what you can't change is loneliness

so i'm boycotting the agoura hills mann. because the peeps there are fugging asses.

so sharon and i go to see "beerfest." it is rated r. i forget they are trained to be total assholes. we try getting tickets. we are asked for id (which pisses me off). i pass, sharon doesn't. in a state of confusion we buy one for beerfest and one for..."how to eat fried worms." stupid.

we start going in. i give the tickets together hoping they don't read it (like at the promenade cause they're lazy =D). well ms. crabby patty does. and is like you know these are different movies right. i'm like yeah (i'm not fugging stupid.) and she's flustered and thus decides to pretend she is our mother and tells us to make sure not to go into beerfest. i roll my eyes and am like sure whatever.

she let's us go. but i'm not that stupid. poor sharon is shaken. i am ready to kill a small animal...thus rendering me almost superhuman with alertness... and i keep a casual watch on her.

luckily so too cause while i was buying my popcorn and complaining with sharon...i notice the ticket girl just getting off of a walky talky and looking away suspiciously right when i glanced in her direction. bitch.

almost immediately, i catch a blur disappearing behind the concessions stand but was snapped back to attention when the popcorn dude went that'll be 5.25. damn, i thought...but continued to talk to sharon like nothing was up.

after gettign popcorn i told sharon they were being bitches and so we pass the employees now stationed at "beerfest" and went to "how to eat fried worms." sharon was utterly embarrassed and guilty still.

i ...was utterly pissed.

yousee. i'm 18. i'm going to college. i've had about as much as i can already stand with people telling me what the fuck i can or cannot do. i'm ready to go out into the world...and... piss on anything that pisses me off just so i can make myself literally and graphically understood. or something like that (and only when i know the result won't be of too much consequence cause um. i'm still a wimp/geek at heart =P).

so in the theater (which only had one family with two small children in it), i start planning our next move. i figured that 10 min of previews for "beerfest" had gone by and our current movie would be just starting at about the same time. 5 more min and beerfest would actually start for real. time was running out.

by this time sharon was starting to get really angry too, which was perfect cause i sent her out to the bathroom to check if the coast was clear. during her trip out, i thought of calling her and telling her just to go straight into "beerfest" afterwards but apparently they cut out the service in there too. dickheads.

sharon arrives back and reports the coast is clear. we decide well fuck this we're getting out money back and going to the promenade where the people are cooler. we go out...luckily right as another movie got out...

on the spur of the moment our devil little angry asian girl sides came out, and we impulsively follow the flow and break off at the end...right into "beerfest" baby. by that time a bit of the movie had started but not much. sharon was guilty as hell again, and i was still plain pissed yet devilishly satisfied that we beat those suckas.

bouts of paranoia did come up a bit throughout the movie but for the most part my anger and recklessness overruled all. screw them was my mantra tonight.

unfortunately, the movie wasn't even good. initially when sharon asked me if i wanted to see it i was really skeptical...but boredom finally caved me in. i mean. it was ...what it looks and sounds like. another mindless for-idiots movie full of racist, sexist, slapstick, potty, druggy, drunk jokes that only racist, sexist, slapstick, potty, druggy, drunk boys in large groups would really enjoy. we found out why it was rated really, really r. this is what happens when you try to pass the time. like really, pass the time.

i really feel as if this summer, i have graduated into a fullfledged man. god, like seriously.

*****

on a different note, got home and my sis asked me for some advice and help. do not know why i was so willing to help and give up so much time to do so, but it required me to draw again. draw...animals. upon reflection, perhaps it was some inner crazyshiz passion that gripped me like in some cheesy movie, possessing my mind, making it slave to the renewed nostalgia of what i used to love to do.

damn i was so outta practice. but a bit of warming up, and i remembered why i loved it so long ago. such a long time of trying to stop it, and i thought i'd learned to live without it. but damn my sis couldn't stop or shut me up right then...i kept going and going and going. good thing was, it made her darn excited...two good things in one. and i didn't even have to try. hrm.

opened another fugging can of worms. again. always tend to do that. never learn... i'm so human. what is this thing called passion. i hate it. like extremes.

goddammit. it drives people craaaaazy.