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evil_grapefruit had an apparently orgasmic sandwich of some sort.
And we'd gotten ourselves so excited about the idea of seeing a movie that we seemed intent upon it (but then, living in Morris gives you a carpe-diem sort of philosophy about things like going to Alex: we're here! we better see a movie! and we have to go to Target!). So although the selection seemed abysmal at first, we did not give up easily.
I found myself saying that, of all of our choices, School of Rock seemed least terrible.
"Yeah, but I don't like ... what's-his-name," Jenn said.
"I know, I know," I said. "I don't particularly, either. But that did look kind of cool, and ... "
"And I think people have actually said it's good," Jenn told me, though I think she was really trying to convince herself.
So we and our carefully smuggled M&Ms (from Target!) went to see the Jack Black movie, despite our reservations. When we came back and I toldstar_eyed_lady what we'd been up to, she had the same initial reaction as Jenn (though she, at least, knew the guy's name). I think people like us derive a certain pleasure out of not liking people like Jack Black. We're not snobs ... but we do think we're more refined than that. We have some standards.
We found the movie surprisingly fun. Sure, it's not the most cerebral thing we'd ever seen ... but we didn't want a cerebral movie this time, anyway. It was a great movie for us: it's about music--Jenn drooled over anything that had to do with the Ramones or the Sex Pistols, like she always does, and I just liked looking at those guitars--it was goofy, but not dumb, it had a plot ... but it didn't bother you with it too much, it wasn't completely cliched, because it spent a lot of its time just being fun. And we had fun. We prided ourselves on laughing at things no one else seemed to get, thinking the subtltiies that seemed to be lost on the rest of the audience were the things we appreciated.
Jenn noticed that some guy who'd been sitting in the row ahead of us got up and moved because we were being too obnoxious. I felt bad ... but only a little. We hadn't done anything too bad, but I'm sure we sounded terribly obnoxious.
We also ate far too many M&Ms. We had two big bags--yay for Halloween candy!--and just sat there and ate them. "I really need to stop this," I said. "I know, me too," Jenn replied, as she put a few more M&Ms in her mouth. Unsurprisngly, my stomach was not so happy with me last night ... and that isn't far, when I alredy have a head full of snot.
And I couldn't stop coughing this morning. I was awake at some obscene hour like five o'clock and actually went out into the living room so I wouldn't bother Sarah with my incessant coughing. One of my roommates was also awake at this ungodly hour (but that was because she'd gone to bed at something like 5:30 yesterday, and that was because she hadn't slept much the night before, and that was becuase she slept over at her boyfriend's, so I don't feel too sorry for her), and as soon as I saw her she said, "Holly, I'm making you some tea. What kind would you like?" She had some honey lemon chamomile, or something like that, and I like chamomile. "It's good for your throat," she said. "Here. Do you want some honey in it?" I agreed, and so she put some honey in it. I felt kind of silly, I could have easily made tea myself. "I like making people tea," she said, as if she knew what I was thinking.
So she did some homework and made coffee, and I did some graamar and drank my tea, all at about five-thirty in the morning. It was kind of cool, the dark and the silence and just the novelty of it all.
evil_grapefruit had an apparently orgasmic sandwich of some sort. And we'd gotten ourselves so excited about the idea of seeing a movie that we seemed intent upon it (but then, living in Morris gives you a carpe-diem sort of philosophy about things like going to Alex: we're here! we better see a movie! and we have to go to Target!). So although the selection seemed abysmal at first, we did not give up easily.
I found myself saying that, of all of our choices, School of Rock seemed least terrible.
"Yeah, but I don't like ... what's-his-name," Jenn said.
"I know, I know," I said. "I don't particularly, either. But that did look kind of cool, and ... "
"And I think people have actually said it's good," Jenn told me, though I think she was really trying to convince herself.
So we and our carefully smuggled M&Ms (from Target!) went to see the Jack Black movie, despite our reservations. When we came back and I told
star_eyed_lady what we'd been up to, she had the same initial reaction as Jenn (though she, at least, knew the guy's name). I think people like us derive a certain pleasure out of not liking people like Jack Black. We're not snobs ... but we do think we're more refined than that. We have some standards.We found the movie surprisingly fun. Sure, it's not the most cerebral thing we'd ever seen ... but we didn't want a cerebral movie this time, anyway. It was a great movie for us: it's about music--Jenn drooled over anything that had to do with the Ramones or the Sex Pistols, like she always does, and I just liked looking at those guitars--it was goofy, but not dumb, it had a plot ... but it didn't bother you with it too much, it wasn't completely cliched, because it spent a lot of its time just being fun. And we had fun. We prided ourselves on laughing at things no one else seemed to get, thinking the subtltiies that seemed to be lost on the rest of the audience were the things we appreciated.
Jenn noticed that some guy who'd been sitting in the row ahead of us got up and moved because we were being too obnoxious. I felt bad ... but only a little. We hadn't done anything too bad, but I'm sure we sounded terribly obnoxious.
We also ate far too many M&Ms. We had two big bags--yay for Halloween candy!--and just sat there and ate them. "I really need to stop this," I said. "I know, me too," Jenn replied, as she put a few more M&Ms in her mouth. Unsurprisngly, my stomach was not so happy with me last night ... and that isn't far, when I alredy have a head full of snot.
And I couldn't stop coughing this morning. I was awake at some obscene hour like five o'clock and actually went out into the living room so I wouldn't bother Sarah with my incessant coughing. One of my roommates was also awake at this ungodly hour (but that was because she'd gone to bed at something like 5:30 yesterday, and that was because she hadn't slept much the night before, and that was becuase she slept over at her boyfriend's, so I don't feel too sorry for her), and as soon as I saw her she said, "Holly, I'm making you some tea. What kind would you like?" She had some honey lemon chamomile, or something like that, and I like chamomile. "It's good for your throat," she said. "Here. Do you want some honey in it?" I agreed, and so she put some honey in it. I felt kind of silly, I could have easily made tea myself. "I like making people tea," she said, as if she knew what I was thinking.
So she did some homework and made coffee, and I did some graamar and drank my tea, all at about five-thirty in the morning. It was kind of cool, the dark and the silence and just the novelty of it all.
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Date: 2003-10-06 07:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-10-06 07:13 am (UTC)Though, if they'd named the band either of those things, it wouldn't have been advisable to name the movie after the band, as they did.
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Date: 2003-10-06 07:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-10-06 07:20 am (UTC)