It’s been a while since I wrote about things that are actually happening in my life. Besides falling out of bed, which hurt.
Last night, after about 2 hours of diliberation, most of us in Kannaday went to the $1.50(!) theater and saw Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy. Gracious, that movie was hilarious. I don’t ever recall crying from laughing so hard in a theater, but there was one scene that just killed me. One word just cracks me up now: “trident.” After the movie, we came back and played Zelda: Four Swords, then played Halo on the network. Then we beat Zelda and went to bed at like 3 am.
We got up and went to lunch, then waited around to leave for the movie we really wanted to see this weekend: Shaun of the Dead. It’s billed at a “romanitc comedy, with zombies.” And let me tell you, it plays both parts to perfection. You care about each of the characters, and the drama that is their life, even aside from the zombie invasion. It has all the elements of a romanic comedy (including the post-breakup walk in the rain!), along with the elements of a zombie flick (blood!). And it’s British, so you have that particular style of comedy that they’re known for. All in all, a great movie. Any zombie flick that end’s with Queen’s “You’re My Best Friend (You Make Me Live)” is an A+ in my book.
What’s a Xanga entry without vague drama? So on the more personal side of things, I’m struggling. I think I’m coming to terms with the fact that what I really want probably won’t work out. I don’t know what to do about it. It hurts, and I just keep reminding myself of my motto for this year: “Whatever happens, happens.” It doesn’t bring me much comfort, because I do care about what happens. I want things to happen. I don’t want to not care, because I do. More than anything.