NJM 29 – Howl at the moon.

Dear Diary;

It’s 12:45am! Do you know what that means?? It’s the 29th! That means NoJoMo is almost over!! Thank you God!

My aunt and I went to see New Moon. We went to the cheap theatre- tickets are $5 and the seats are extreemly uncomfortable. Last summer they had people sitting in the back rows only because the front ones were being rained on. (I shit you not, the roof caved in and it was raining and the rain was drenching the front rows). The whole dump should be demolished and they should just build a nice new one where I live. *grin*

Anyway, New Moon. It was really good! I feel like I have to go back and re-read the second book now because there were parts I had forgotten about. I would say that it was a LOT better than Twilight (though the music was only so-so in this one..). I didn’t go in with very high expectations, but that was good because I left feeling like I wasn’t at all disappointed. Jacob man… he’s pretty hot. I really liked Jacob in this movie and I feel like I don’t dislike him as much as I did in the book. Not to say that I disliked Jacob in the book- but he was much more obnoxious and immature it seemed. He comes across a lot better on screen.

Of course, no trip to the cheap theatre would be complete without the chatty bitches. I don’t know why this ALWAYS happens to me when I go there, but I end up with 2 annoying, chatty, giggling bitches who sit RIGHT behind me and talk through the entire movie and spoil all the good parts with "Ohh, watch this.. so-and-so does this now!" It’s like.. seriously? Fuck off. There are a hundred empty seats and you choose to sit right behind me every fucking time. It just pisses me off. I gave them lots of dirty looks but I was too busy trying to pay attention to the movie to turn around and bitch them out.

Speaking of dirty looks…
Friday night I went out to dinner with Erin, Sarah and Charles becauseit was Sarah’s birthday. I don’t want to get into how annoyed I was with that whole thing because I could blow my top if I do- but I do want to mention our dinner experience. We went to Pizza Hut and they sat us in a booth and we ordered our drinks and food and then this lady comes up to our table and says "Excuse me, I was just sitting at this table a few minutes ago and I lost my keys. Are they on the seat or the floor under your table?" – so we start looking, Erin practically crawls under the table and we’re digging in the seats and we turn up nothing. So I say sorry, there are no keys here and she walks away. A few minutes later two waitresses come over and they’re like "Excuse us, could you just check the seats and see if you feel any keys? How about in the curtains there… what about in the menu box…?" So we’re looking.. nothing. NO KEYS. They leave and we’re trying to enjoy our drinks and talk and whatever and the woman is standing by the doors glaring at us like we stole her fucking keys. Eventually another employee comes over and is like "Could you please grab your drinks and follow me to another table, this woman wants to look for the keys herself" so we got moved.
 
If looks could kill, I would have murdered that woman and and half the staff.

I mean really, I know it’s frustrating to loose your keys and I know it’s not the staffs fault but we checked 3 times for her damn keys and they weren’t there. I don’t know why they didn’t believe us. Bah.

I could talk about the money thing, but it just makes me mad thinking about it so I’m not going to bother. Let’s just say- I’m refusing to EVER go anywhere with Sarah ever again unless there is no money involved.