The class is being held up at Rutgers, where I went to school. It's an hour's drive from my house (when the brutal rush-hour traffic is not a factor, that is). So I stayed with my buddy Chris. (I was just there with Jeff this past weekend, for Ag-Field Day).
After the seminar was over yesterday, I called Chris, but he said he had class from 6 til 9, so I had four hours to kill. At first I went to the field by the Passion Puddle, I spread out my colorful Mexican blanket, I laid down to read my book. But it was getting chilly, this wasn't going to keep me occupied until nine. So I went to the movies.
I was hoping to catch Kill Bill Volume II, but it wasn't playing until seven, so I bought a ticket for Hellboy. Man, I sure did like that movie. And I think I've developed a bit of a critical streak lately, so it's great to really like a movie. Hellboy had a few too many cheesy one-liners, but that's to be expected, I suppose, and it never reached Spawn proportions (could anything, really? I mean really?). Man, he sure is cute, though! I sure do want to make out with him! I wish that they had ***SPOILER ALERT*** shown a closer up close up of he and Selma Blair kissin' so that I could pretend that was me, kissin' Hellboy. ***END SPOILER ALERT*** I liked his spirals. He was so smooth. And red. He was dreamy. I figured I would like the other boy, because he was cute and I thought he was a scientist, but he turned out not to be a scientist after all, and not all that interesting. And Hellboy likes cats! (At first I thought they were saying that he liked to eat cats). If anybody could straighten Henry out, it would be Hellboy.
It felt so good to see that movie. I should see movies in the theater more often.
When the movie was over, I still had an hour to kill. I guessed where the nearby Outback might be (I cannot be expected to remember these things), and guessed right. I had two Killian's, one order of Shrimp on the Barbie (the shrimp were not as large as I had remembered them to be, though they were certainly still as delicious), and one cigarette. I read my book at the bar like a dork.
Chris called to say he was home, so I drove over to Busch. We visited the Way Back Machine, and saw a deer. I crossed over a stream on a plank. We made small talk with his roommate. Chris made drinks of Early Times whiskey and Diet Coke with Lime. I ended up getting pretty effed up, to be honest. I fell asleep on the couch in my clothes and contacts, watching Gigantic. I woke up at 7:30 this morning. I had programmed myself to do so.
I forgot to purchase plane tickets at two o'clock in the morning.
I'm composing this entry in class (I'm typing it at home, twelve hours later). The first presentation is about developing a municipal stormwater management plan, but my firm does not serve as any municipality's township engineer or township planner, so I'm not paying attention.
I wish I could take a nap. I should write an entry about the March for Women's Lives. And the live music I've seen recently. And the movies I saw during the Philadelphia Film Festival.
Man, the presenter just said "whatever have you." is that allowed?
P.S. One of the nice things about seeing a movie by oneself is that one can cry as much as one wants, and there's no one in front of whom to be embarrassed! (Awesome sentence!) I'd like to thank my brand new Mary Kay waterproof mascara for making it all possible.
P.P.S. So I cry at movies, you got a fucking problem with that? In case you were wondering "what the hell in HELLBOY did she freaking cry at?" I think it was ***SPOILER ALERT*** a) when Broom was killed, and b) when Hellboy was whispering in Selma Blair's ear. I thought he was saying magic words! What he was saying turned out to be goofy, but I didn' t know that when I was crying. ***END SPOILER ALERT***
P.P.P.S. Hellboy can whisper magic words in my ear any day. He can stop that goofy shit, though. That shit was whack.