instead of explaining my blogging absence with a long-winded excuse, I will just post a mood-music video:
Okay, so I have a story to tell. This is the first story I've had to tell in a while except for the one about chicken sacrificing and my mom trying to kill me by embarrassment... but those are for another time.
Tonight Jamie, my cousin Ashley, this dude Mark and I went to go see the Proposal. It was a great movie and it was REALLY REALLY funny. I was kind of scared for a part of it because I was sitting next to this creepy*** guy who looked like he wanted to kill us all, but still, great movie.
Like any other romantic comedy, at the end the people profess their love for one another and kiss, except this time NOBODY was paying attention to the kiss. "Why?" You ask. Just as their lips touched we all heard this:
"Bitch who you talkin' to?!" Everybody looked down to see this girl cursing somebody behind her out, "bitch who you talkin' to?!" she said again as the kiss went on. Everybody had started staring and many of us started to giggle. "I am going to slap yo' head" the girl said, still yelling. As the kiss started to come to an end people started telling her to be quiet (including creepy guy who yelled something just as creepy as him). She did, although not before yelling, "bitch who you talkin' to" again and a few other things such as "I hate all you white people" and "I'm gonna slap you so hard."
The movie then ended and people started filing out of the doors but as we walked past her, we saw who she was yelling at (because she'd started to yell at him again). It was a skinny little kid about a 1/3 of her size. He was sitting in his chair, perfectly quiet and to be quite honest, he looked quite amused at the situation himself.
I'm sorry, but I think this was the PERFECT ending to a romantic comedy. Instead of the romantic yet ultimately boring, minute long kiss, we were treated with "Bitch who you talkin' to!?"
I sincerely hope all of my movies end with this from now on.
*** I have a completely rational fear about somebody massacring everybody in a movie theater. It is right up there with my fear of a terrorist hijacking my plane to England and killing me in a horrible horrible plane crash as I am forced to face the last hour of my life knowing that I am going to die horribly before I have a chance to live. Anyways... a movie theater is a very easy place to do that (think about it, its sound proof, large crowd that cannot escape easily, darkness, theaters don't have metal detectors... to prepare for this I get a spot in the very back and scan the crowd to make sure nobody stands up with a large gun, this way, once I duck he/she can not see me and I am free to call the police away from the major part of the violence) and so the guy next to me was breathing heavily and kept making quick motions to grab his drink and he had a scary look in his eye so I thought he was going to pull a gun out of his pocket and kill us all. I was very scared. I think I need counselling for this fear because it really scares me...
I will try to post again very soon
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
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COMMENT!! Also, you have to include a pointless story that you love to tell but nobody will ever listen to :)