Usually, Casey and I hang out on Friday nights. We didn't last night, because he was busy working on some stuff for school. I was actually excited about having the apartment to myself all night, because Comedy Central usually airs stand-up comedy on Friday nights, and I have to miss it, since Casey doesn't think stand-up comedians are very funny. So, I was sitting there, with my Gold Star chili and my Graeter's milkshake, and lo and behold, I am stuck in the midst of some redneck comedy extravaganza. I guess I asked for it, since I did purchase the Blue Collar Comedy Tour, and the cosmos probably thought I was really, really into Larry the Cable Guy or something. The truth is, I love Bill Engvall, and the other guys I tolerate in small doses. But I don't want a whole weekend of it. I'm just saying.
I've found another horrible way to wake up. This involves Jack the fat cat again. He climed up on my headboard last night, like B often does (you'll remember, B is my cat and is about half the size of Jack). I guess Jack tried to turn around on the headboard, but he was too fat, and fell off, leaving a giant scratch across my forehead. And you know what? It fucking HURTS.
So I am infuriated, people. I had the worst experience at a movie theater ever. Ever! I went to see The Ring 2 this evening, a movie I had been waiting for since I found out they were making it. We got our tickets early, and went inside and got our seats early. I should've taken it as a bad sign when obnoxious people sat all around us.
Something you may not know about me is that one of my pet peeves is having to sit near anyone at the movie theater. If I didn't come there with you, then do not sit to the left or right of me. And don't sit directly in front of or behind me. I know it's a lot to ask, but it's just one of my charming quirks.
Barbie and Ken (apparently reconciled) sat behind us and talked the whole time. We had put jackets over the chairs in front of us to keep people from sitting there, but of course, some dipshit couple who came in late were complaining about not having seats. The girl had crimped hair, people. She should not be allowed in public like that. I tried to make it clear that they were more than welcome to sit in the front row, since it is there for the idiots who can't get places on time. Oh well.
The theater was packed. I really, really hate being in a crowded theater, but I was expecting it because this is the first weekend for the film. Unfortunately, someone had decided that it would be a good idea to let in every damn pre-pubescent inbred, miniskirt-wearing, cell phone owning (and why do they need a cell phone?) child in the Fayette county area. Emphasis on the word "child."
So. The movie starts, and girls are screaming. Not, like "eek, that startled me" screams, but "Oh my god, I'm on a roller coaster" screams. We thought about leaving, but decided to see if it got better.
So get this - some bitchtard decided to dress like Samara, with makeup and all, and walk around the theater. This caused more screaming. Someone asked if people could keep it down. A guy in an "I-don't-give-a-fuck-about-anyone-but-myself" voice said, "Oh, okay," and all of the idiot 12 year olds laughed. The problem was, it was not just one grou of people who were trouble. There were these little groups of noisemakers planted all over the theater, including right in front of us (Casey kicked the girl's chair who was sitting in front of him - hard, and she got all mad. It was hilarious. Come on, dear, it's not like he knocked your crimp job out). Then all hell broke loose. There was a huge group of guys standing up and creating commotion in the far corner or the theater. At this point, even though there was only about 20 minutes left in the movie, I couldn't stand it anymore.
I stormed into the lobby and yelled at the security guard to get in the theater immediately, and he in turn got the manager. I was infuriated, and shaking, as I tried to point out some of the more obvious culprits. I know they escorted several people out, and they were talking to the girl dressed as Samara when we were leaving. I was a little afraid that I'd get jumped for going to the manager, but I figured I was safe with Casey there. Had I been with a girl, I probably would've gotten at least an earful from the angry people who were thrown out for acting like clowns.
You know what I don't get? As I was walking out to get someone important, I could hear other people saying, "Why doesn't someone DO something?" And I thought "Why don't you??" I mean, I have a degree in psychology. I should be more than aware that bystander apathy exists, but this is the largest-scale demonstration of it I've ever witnessed. Imagine it - an entire theater packed so full with people that the temperature went up 15 degrees from the body heat alone, and presumably Casey and I were not the only people who were pissed off. Why didn't anyone else do anything? I'm just really...shocked.
I cannot believe that these kids were all allowed in there. I realize that the film is PG-13, but I still think that the ticket-sellers should excercise some form of discretion when allowing children into horror movies. Clearly they couldn't be trusted with the responsibility of shutting their fat mouths for 90 damn minutes.
I am really angry. And...disappointed, I guess. My God, I hope something positive happens soon to restore my faith in the human race.
In other news, I have applied for several jobs - as a lingerie salesperson at Dillard's, as a salesperson at Bed, Bath, and Beyond, and working in the women's department at Lazarus (which I think is now Macy's). That one would probably be the best, since my mother freaking LOVES that store. I do, too. I have gotten some crazy bargains there before.
So, everyone keep your fingers crossed that I'll be working soon. The bank account is quite low, and I had to finally bite the bullet and tell my mom. I didn't want to tell her until I had another job, but I couldn't wait any longer, since she's the only person who has access to my savings account. But I did the chicken shit thing and I told her over email. I don't think she's read it yet, because I haven't heard from her.
That is all. I'm off to calm my nerves. Or to write an angry letter. Time will tell.
Fin.
My apologies and a farewell??? - 2005-10-20
It should be Friday somewhere. - 2005-10-03
It's Friday again! - 2005-10-01
Amendment to previous entry... - 2005-09-26
Longer than I intended. It's to tide you over for another week. - 2005-09-23