Give Me Novacaine

Mood: delirious off coffee consumption
Music: Green Day - Give me Novacaine

Tonight a group of seven people from my elementary school (including myself) went to see Sky High (because no one would agree on anything else). Five minutes untill the movie begins, we all have our tickets and Megs and I go to save seats while the others get concessions. As we pass the bathrooms, Megs turns to me with a look of urgency and says "I gotta pee-- but wait!! We have to get seats first!!" "Pfft!" I say. "It's Sky High, There's probably like, three people in there!"

...O, my prophetic soul! Laugh laugh laugh! There actually are three people in the whole theatre!! A ha ha!

So! Go see Sky High! It's a real laugh 'till you cry flick! At first, you're all like "HEY! This dialogue is CORNY and the acting is TERRIBLE! A ha ha! This is SOOO FUNNY!!!" But then... by about the time they get to Sky High, there comes a point where it's just NOT funny anymore. And then it hits you - the realization that "Oh my- I spent ten dollars on this... and it's only twenty minutes in!!" And then... you cry.

I needed a little novacaine after that experience, BUT, if that's not enough excitement for one night we walked from the cinema to Tim Hortons and discussed such sixth-grade inside jokes as "Lesbian Seagull" and made up some new ones like Kate "getting the finger all the time". (Get your minds out of the gutter.) And then it started raining! At this point I had drank about a vat of coffee and kept slipping out of my flip-flops trying to climb a mild three-foot embankment of grass up to the parking lot, crying that I couldn't get up "the cliff".
And even before people were done making fun of me for that outburst, I cried some more that I was "stuck on the other side of the lake!" (A small puddle seperating myself from the van.) Hooray for exaggeration! And CoffeeEEEE!!!

Anyways. We left late, so laying alone in the backseat of Kate's van I took it upon myself to trace the message "I <3 Jesus" on the window, just so her parents (and dyslexics everywhere) know we weren't up to anything bad. Because I'm thoughtful like that.

Ta Da.