things that suck

I didn't blog yesterday because the day before I said "pictures tomorrow, I promise" or something equally stupid and I didn't download the pictures so I was like, I'm so lame, I shouldn't even blog. but if I waited until I downloaded those pictures before I blog, I'd never post again. so fuck it. you'll see them soon enough. I am sorry for the delay.

so a quick story about seeing the exorcism of emily rose. it was our date night, and we were really excited to see a movie all by ourselves. together. you get what I mean. so we get there only a little bit early - maybe like 5 minutes before previews - and there are only 3 other couples in the theater. excellent. since I have become old and crotchedy, which happened somewhere around 28 years old, I have maintained that movie theaters should be like peep shows - everyone gets to see the same thing, only they are in isolated booths. because at the movies, I HATE other people.

so we chose a seat in the middle of a row about 3/4 of the way to the back, because the other 3 couples were scattered about closer to the screen. all seems to be well. about 4 seconds before the lights go down and the previews start, our own nightmare began. all told, there had to be about 30 teenagers that suddenly bounded up the stairs to sit in the back rows, where the cool kids always sit. a line of teenage boys were directly behind us, bumping into our seat, talking in regular, ie un-hushed, voices, and we decided to move our seats. a funny thing about guys who go to the movies together: they don't sit together. the guys scattered around the theater, two of them wound up sitting in our row.

I guess I should be grateful to all those obnoxious bastards because I probably would have been much more scared had I not been so fucking annoyed with them. the movie is rated pg-13 but some of these kids looked way younger than that. including the one that ran up and down the aisle pointing at people randomly. cell phones were on, people were yelling at the movie, laughing, holding entire conversations with each other as if they were outside...

I didn't want to go out and get an usher (as no one came through as they are supposed to, to check on shit like this) because I really didn't want to miss any of the movie. so I resolved myself to talk to the manager afterwards.

as a fitting ending to the fiasco, just as the final scene began, all the house lights went on. a few seconds later, a lazy looking kid in an ill-fitting Regal Theatres (it's not a theatER, it's a theatRE) uniform came out with a big trash can. upon seeing everyone still in the theater and the movie still on, he sort of jumped back a little, like oh shit, I jumped the gun, but then proceeded to leave the lights on until the credits came on. and THEN the lights went down again...just in time to see who the fucking key grip and best boy were.

when we did complain to the manager, we were one of at least 8 other people who were saying the same thing. and we all got free tickets to another movie of our choice. so that's kind of cool. though I'll never go to the movies again on a friday night. pesky kids. let me just hike my pants up a little higher....there. I think I'll just continue to watch murder she wrote.

last on the list of things that suck: yesterday, trent's middle school was evacuated because of a bomb threat. yeah. go back and read that line again. they were in a "safe area" according to the website for the school (the football field next to the school - I guess it's schrapnel proof.) they had to leave all their belongings inside and they got bussed home. trent brought home a friend, which was kind of cool, because he never wants people over. but he seemed a little shaken that it was a bomb threat, as he thought it was just a fire.

the threat was, of course, empty, and no bomb was found. but seriously. it's not even a month into the school year yet, for crying out loud. and this is middle school! trent is already afraid of what he calls "violent teenagers" and this isn't helping. he told me a few weeks ago that he wishes he could go from 12 years old to like 17, because by about 17 or 18, you're not as much of a teenager. out of the mouths of babes, I say.

the nice thing about things sucking is that eventually, something HAS to happen that doesn't suck. since work sucks today, I'm banking on it being something at home.

oh, remind me to tell you about the haunted chairs.