I saw Saw
Well, we saw Saw. I suggested that we see Saw. Haha.......cracks me up all the time.
Saw 2 to be correct.
Great film though I could do with less gore. It was horrible. I had to keep my fingers to my ears through half of the show. Can't they shoot anybody to death anymore? It was a torture fest, I tell you. Not a pretty way to go for most of them. I'd rather bite my tongue and die. Honest.
The show held my attention at least and I didn't touch most of the popcorn Sean bought. He didn't like the show and so directed his attention to the large box of popcorn between us. He didn't know what it was all about (he missed Saw). So I explained the general idea of Saw to him over a couple of Jim Beam and Vodka-green-shit after the film.
Then we started talking about crap like relationships (what's the point, I could never get anyone to see my point of view on that wretched topic). Have to say though, I saw his side of things and it did make me think a little. Also shared a couple of my views on other random topics with him and got his jaded mind thinking.
He told me I'm so different from all the girls he's met and the word 'special' never left his lips for long. Well, experiences force you to grow up I guess and everything fairy taley about life gradually fades away after a certain age. It's a bummer, I know, but life is a big fat bummer. You either face up to it or live in denial.
Sean : Do you drink everyday?
Me: Almost
Sean: You should stop.
Me: And why's that?
Me: Coz it'd ruin my health?
Sean: Uh huh
Me: And?
Sean: You might die.
Me: And?
Sean: Huh?
Me: What makes you think that's a worse option than living?
Sean: Well, I don't know....
Me: Alright, like I always say, when I find a reason to stop drinking, I will.
I'm turning all my friends alcoholic I tell ya. He's already blaming me for his impending beer belly.
We shared so much tonight. Past came back. Mine and his. We kept silent for a bit, lost in our own nostalgia (yucks, I've turned into a cheddar).
He sent me home a while after that because he has a job to go to tomorrow.
When I got home, I received a message from him.
'I really hope one day we could lie side by side in an open space and talk till we fall asleep. That'd be sweet'
Looks like he's the bigger piece of cheddar.
But seriously, it's a wonderful feeling to know someone enjoys what you have got to say.
I dislike:
1) People stating the obvious loudly while watching a film like they are so smart (ie: 'he's going to die')
2) Coming home and have my mom go 'You drank alot tonight' after I had only one bottle.
3) Chatting with idiots on MSN
4) Melted ice cream
5) People probing about my life when I've already displayed an unwillingness to talk about certain things
Saw 2 to be correct.
Great film though I could do with less gore. It was horrible. I had to keep my fingers to my ears through half of the show. Can't they shoot anybody to death anymore? It was a torture fest, I tell you. Not a pretty way to go for most of them. I'd rather bite my tongue and die. Honest.
The show held my attention at least and I didn't touch most of the popcorn Sean bought. He didn't like the show and so directed his attention to the large box of popcorn between us. He didn't know what it was all about (he missed Saw). So I explained the general idea of Saw to him over a couple of Jim Beam and Vodka-green-shit after the film.
Then we started talking about crap like relationships (what's the point, I could never get anyone to see my point of view on that wretched topic). Have to say though, I saw his side of things and it did make me think a little. Also shared a couple of my views on other random topics with him and got his jaded mind thinking.
He told me I'm so different from all the girls he's met and the word 'special' never left his lips for long. Well, experiences force you to grow up I guess and everything fairy taley about life gradually fades away after a certain age. It's a bummer, I know, but life is a big fat bummer. You either face up to it or live in denial.
Sean : Do you drink everyday?
Me: Almost
Sean: You should stop.
Me: And why's that?
Me: Coz it'd ruin my health?
Sean: Uh huh
Me: And?
Sean: You might die.
Me: And?
Sean: Huh?
Me: What makes you think that's a worse option than living?
Sean: Well, I don't know....
Me: Alright, like I always say, when I find a reason to stop drinking, I will.
I'm turning all my friends alcoholic I tell ya. He's already blaming me for his impending beer belly.
We shared so much tonight. Past came back. Mine and his. We kept silent for a bit, lost in our own nostalgia (yucks, I've turned into a cheddar).
He sent me home a while after that because he has a job to go to tomorrow.
When I got home, I received a message from him.
'I really hope one day we could lie side by side in an open space and talk till we fall asleep. That'd be sweet'
Looks like he's the bigger piece of cheddar.
But seriously, it's a wonderful feeling to know someone enjoys what you have got to say.
I dislike:
1) People stating the obvious loudly while watching a film like they are so smart (ie: 'he's going to die')
2) Coming home and have my mom go 'You drank alot tonight' after I had only one bottle.
3) Chatting with idiots on MSN
4) Melted ice cream
5) People probing about my life when I've already displayed an unwillingness to talk about certain things
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