Last night I did date things all by myself for the first time in a long time. It was nice!
I had martial arts class, went home and cleaned up, and then I went out to have some dinner at the Daily Bar and Grill. While I was there, I had a 312 Beer
which I sent Myriam a picture of because I think I want to start a trend. She never texted me back, which is a shame, because I thought it was the hieght of comedic text messages. I also had the chicken fingers and wrote down the combinations I learned in martial arts.
People seem much more willing to talk to a person on their own, which I had forgotten about. But really, duh, I'm not sitting with my boyfriend or having a very in depth conversation with a friend who I haven't seen in forever, and I'm usually in one of these two situations when I'm out. It was kind of nice. The table next to me even told me to enjoy my movie when I left.
So I went to see
Munich and got a bag of Reeses to keep me company. I got there just as the trailers started. None of them were very interesting. Although I'm glad to see that
Nathan Fillion is going to have a life after Firefly/Serenity, that movie
Slither looks disgusting. I will not be seeing it.
Munich was bloody and stressful to watch. I only finished half of my bag of Reeses. It was a good movie.
Warning, the next part is a tiny spoiler. I'm going to talk about one scene, not a very big one and it doesn't really give much away, but fair warning all the same. Skip to the next block if you don't want to read it. So I only lost it and really cried during one scene. And it's probably only because I'm me. Although I bet Carla and Ed would have had similar reactions. So they kill this one girl, and she kind of deserved it, as much as one does, because she was an assasin too, but she doesn't die right away, and while they're watching her die, she staggers through her house, and her cat is sitting on the counter and she kind of hugs it as she staggers past and then collapses into a chair and then starts oozing blood everywhere when she attempts to breathe. It really upset me. I think because of the cat. Actually, I'm pretty positive it was because of the cat. I had to pull myself together to listen to the next scene. Okay, I'm a sensitive dork. Moving on.
It was one of those movies where you're pretty much tense the entire time. And by the end you just want it to be over. Not because it's bad, but because you're so damn tired of being stressed. Which I think was pretty cool because I think that's how the characters felt too.
Because of this movie, I had a nightmare that my boss got violently drunk at a work meeting and was trying to attack me with a billy club. It was a very involved dream where I was trying to hide in different closets and lock myself in and he was making no sense. The police eventually came (I think I called them) but everyone else in the company blamed me for causing scandal. I had head wounds from the billy club and I was afraid that A. I was going to be fired and B. that it would be REEEEEEALLY awkward when I went to work the next day. It was one of those dreams where you wake up thanking God that it was just a dream.
I've been having dreams lately of people trying to kill me. During my nap yesterday, I actually got knocked out and the killer was about to deliever the killing blow and I was thinking 'WAKE UP! GET UP!' and I woke myself up in real life before I was killed. It's been the opposite of restful.
