Jazz bought the tickets. We got food. Jazz gave me two dollars. We got a popcorn, and I got a medium diet pepsi and Jazz got a large drink.
Then we went to the theatre. We were alone in the theatre for a while. It was nice. We talked a lot. Horror movies, “Fantastic Four: The Rise of the Silver Surfer”, etc. It was fun.
At least two cell phones went off during the movie. There were tiny children in the audience. They didn't talk much. After the beginning. Everyone crunched their popcorn. Even Jazz did. But I mean... that was all you heard, some of the time. Crunching.
The film was okay. Not excellent, by all means. Cute. The plot was decent. The dialogue could have used some work. Frida could have stopped talking so much and actually DONE something during the 15 minutes she took up TALKING about the same thing. We never found out what happened to her.
Then we waited for Jazz's Dad for a while. Talked. I saw these sophomores I know. I hate them both, now. Well... I pretty much always have, but, since they were older than me, I was willing to give them a chance back in fourth grade... But well.
They dropped me off. I came in, sang some, read some. Played Spider. Went to sleep holding Prune and Cleo. It was nice. We made a big pile on my bed. I woke up around... 5 or so. Not woke up, really. Got off the bed. I didn't really fall asleep. Just drowsed, maybe, and contemplated the situation. Kept telling myself to get up and do something.
Read some more of “Invader” today, with Bren getting all stressed.