calypso

I saw two movies yesterday: "The Brothers Grimm" with Matt Damon and Heath Ledger, and then I saw "Four Brothers" with MARKY MARK and some other dudes. I don't care what anyone says, Mark Wahlberg is a fox.

"Grimm" was all right...it had it's moments. And the chick who played Persephone in "The Matrix" trilogy was in it.

"Four Brothers" was exceptional. I literally got up on my seat at one point. Then again, I'm a 'tard. Nothing in the movie was really, "ooh, I never saw that coming," but it was really cool to see it all unfold.

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There was a guy at IHOP last night who was so friggin' drunk, he didn't get past one booth before he collapsed into it. Our waiter told us it was the guy's 21st birthday. Go figure.

I don't understand why people do that to themselves. I don't understand drinking to begin with, but I certainly don't see why someone would drink to become so inebriated that they're as helpless as an infant. What's the point? What does one gain from such stupidity?

Being straight edge, I have never gotten drunk, smoked, or done drugs of any sort. How can I judge something I've never done, you may ask? Well, you don't need to shoot yourself in the face to know it's a bad idea, now do you?

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My birthday was less than memorable. My mom called me at 12:30am. "Happy birthday," she says. I ask where the fuck she's been all day. Working, she tells me. Why couldn't she have called me earlier? "I...um...didn't want to wake you up," she lies.

FUCK. Then my step-dad brings up a very interesting point. "How can she forget your birthday? She was there."

Whatever.

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I'm hungry. A grilled cheese sandwich sounds really good, for whatever reason. Make me a sandwich, bitches!!!