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Monday, July 10, 2006

(okay i know i've already posted a shitload of crap today, but i forgot one of the most significant "craps" of the last couple days!!)

so, as some of you know, yesterday i went to see Superman Returns. here i give you the Superman Returns experience, through the eyes of Mariangela:

there i was, comfortable and content. ignoring the ramblings of my mother, who loves to talk and knows i'm [usually] not listening... yet continues anyway. the lights dim half way. the previews begin to annoy me, as i have seen most of them before. they are all stupid.. well most of them. THEN, all of a sudden (!!!) i hear a familiar noise. it is the boy (?) next to me.
okay, if you've seen Signs, you've heard this noise. the bubbly sounding noise of the aliens' language. THAT was the EXACT noise i heard. except it was much shorter (no, it was not a fart. i have heard many a fart in my day, having four older brothers... this was no fart.), and creeped me out a hell of a lot more. i will continue...
my train of thought freezes, my eyes shift towards him as i skoot in the opposite direction. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!!??!!?!?!!?!!!?!?!?!?....?!!?!?!?!"
i assume he is just congested (or something...?) and ignore what i just heard.
an unknown amount of time has passed, the movie is just getting good and i am completely entranced by the GEORGOUS man on the big screen. *gasp* i hear it again! followed by something that sounded like a groan, trying to be silenced. "WHAT....THE..FUCK.... AM I SITTING NEXT TO?!" i ask myself.
"Does he have tourettes?... is he touching himself?" (i mean hey, i got the urge too, seeing Brandon Routh, but come on!)
at this point, i'm scared. (lol) and, honestly, i was afraid to turn my head to see WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS PERSON!
throughout the movie, i heard these noises maybe 4... 5 times at least.

in conclusion, i am convinced that i was sitting next to nothing other than an alien.
i've seen the documentaries with the crazy schizophrenic losers who think that George Bush is a lizard, talking about how aliens walk among us. but, seeing (and hearing) is believing.
we are not alone.

moral of this story?
be smart. do what i did, clutch onto your mase at the movie theater. don't make eye contact. they can read your thoughts.

(ps. i do not factually know what i was sitting next to. it DID disturb me a little.)
(ppssss. i have had a little to drink. this post may or may not be here in the future.)

in a nutshell

The poster child for passive aggression.

Overly-passionate.
Under-achieving.
Joyfully tossed wherever the wind will blow.
I'm pretty much everything
and nothing
at the same time.

& I am here to tell you now, I'm thoroughly uninterested in your opinion of me. I am alive & I exist on this planet, regardless of it. It is your right to love or hate me, though it will effect nothing, in the end.

coming soon

...or someday.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Tourettes & ET

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Monday, July 10, 2006 Tourettes & ET (okay i know i've already posted a shitload of crap today, but i forgot one of the most significant "craps" of the last couple days!!) so, as some of you know, yesterday i went to see Superman Returns. here i give you the Superman Returns experience, through the eyes of Mariangela: there i was, comfortable and content. ignoring the ramblings of my mother, who loves to talk and knows i'm [usually] not listening... yet continues anyway. the lights dim half way. the previews begin to annoy me, as i have seen most of them before. they are all stupid.. well most of them. THEN, all of a sudden (!!!) i hear a familiar noise. it is the boy (?) next to me. okay, if you've seen Signs, you've heard this noise. the bubbly sounding noise of the aliens' language. THAT was the EXACT noise i heard. except it was much shorter (no, it was not a fart. i have heard many a fart in my day, having four older brothers... this was no fart.), and creeped me out a hell of a lot more. i will continue... my train of thought freezes, my eyes shift towards him as i skoot in the opposite direction. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!!??!!?!?!!?!!!?!?!?!?....?!!?!?!?!" i assume he is just congested (or something...?) and ignore what i just heard. an unknown amount of time has passed, the movie is just getting good and i am completely entranced by the GEORGOUS man on the big screen. gasp i hear it again! followed by something that sounded like a groan, trying to be silenced. "WHAT....THE..FUCK.... AM I SITTING NEXT TO?!" i ask myself. "Does he have tourettes?... is he touching himself?" (i mean hey, i got the urge too, seeing Brandon Routh, but come on!) at this point, i'm scared. (lol) and, honestly, i was afraid to turn my head to see WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS PERSON! throughout the movie, i heard these noises maybe 4... 5 times at least. in conclusion, i am convinced that i was sitting next to nothing other than an alien. i've seen the documentaries with the crazy schizophrenic losers who think that George Bush is a lizard, talking about how aliens walk among us. but, seeing (and hearing) is believing. we are not alone. moral of this story? be smart. do what i did, clutch onto your mase at the movie theater. don't make eye contact. they can read your thoughts. (ps. i do not factually know what i was sitting next to. it DID disturb me a little.) (ppssss. i have had a little to drink. this post may or may not be here in the future.)