You dance under the question mark without even trying
Hello. Films. Yes. I like them and I'm going to watch some and I've already seen some.

Like, I've seen The Hangover which is the best comedy so far this year and well worth a watch. And I've seen Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen which manages to make the following things boring: Explosions. Robots. Megan Fox. Though in the last case I was never such a fan. Sure she's good looking but it's just so... I don't know... obvious. Like if you described Sexy to a robot and they made a model human based on those parameters you'd get Megan Fox. I'm sure there's a less complicated simile somewhere but to hell with simplification. I have a lot to say about Transformers but that rant would go on a while. Suffice to say it's not worth the three hours of your life it takes up. And I watched Year One which made me laugh a fair few times but never hysterically, uncontrollably or painfully like The Hangover did.

This week I'm going to watch Blood: The Last Vampire, which should be pretty cool, My Sister's Keeper, which should make me cry and one of those Film Of The Year Fuck The Rest Of You I Liked It contenders, Sunshine Cleaning which has Amy Adams and Emily Blunt, either of which alone would outshine Ms. Fox.

There's a heatwave predicted so maybe everyone will go outside and I'll have the cinema all to myself. That would be nice.

I'm going to stop writing now but I'm not going to post this yet. This post doesn't feel anywhere near finished. It's all just films. No music, no girls, no embarrassing secrets. This is not what livejournal is for // and if this is what I'm here for it's no longer interesting (fall forward to even the score, just a thought to you... there we go, that's music out the way. Shall we move onto girls?)

Tasha - remember Tasha? She was the one I bored you with, writing constantly about at the start of the year - was recently broken up with by Ronnie. From what I hear, he did it by text message thus ending the debate as to which of us is the superior male. Since then she has been talking to me on facebook occasionally. Not often, understand, but often enough to warrant comment. Especially when it's like two in the morning and I've just got home from work and she's all "I'm angry. Guys are shit. My friends are shit." and then apologizes the next morning for her drunken behaviour. You may be worried where this is headed but don't worry, it's not headed there. I am quite lonely, yes, but I am no-one's silver medal. No, this is just me voicing theories that would fit well in books or TV but this is life and I don't know if things actually work that way. Theory the first: she has rediscovered my existence and feels bad for how I was treated and wishes us to be friends. Theory the second: she has just been rejected and seeks attention from someone she knows was once attracted to her. I suspect it's a mix of the two plus other reasons I am not wise enough to deduce. Whatever the reasons I am unsure what she's expecting from this, which marks another failure on my part to understand the basics of how to behave in society.

Yes, this is yet another thing I blame on David Eddings (RIP). I feel bad. The dude was a hero of mine yet I've accused him of ruining my life in my last two posts. Maybe I should make it up to him by reading the Belgariad again. I can't see any cyclical problems caused by that plan.

I am buying a pair of sofas. Hopefully. I shall need to press the issue as time is a factor. But hey guys, furniture. Check me out, all owning a mattress and a sofas and a fridge and everything. Maybe next I will put on a shirt and tie and pretend like I am a grown up. Real life is silly. But I would be a better grown up than some. A woman and her nine year old daughter came up to me on Box office today. "Two for The Hangover." "I'm sorry, that's a 15." "You mean she can't come in, even with me?" I mean what the fuck, you shouldn't even be asking that question. It's about a stag party in Vegas gone awry and you know there's gonna be sex, drugs and violence, you really want to take your nine year old into that? As a side note, I suspect you're that fat because you're so dumb you forgot how to stop eating which would be fine except clearly your child is headed in the same direction and now I realise I'm getting a little too angry over something which doesn't affect me, but you are another symptom of the great dumbfuckery disease plaguing our nation that I have to deal with every day and I swear to God it is taking its toll on my peace of mind.

I used to be such a nice person, I'm sure.