Slumdog

Millionaire: perfect form, perfect form. The ending didn't seem cheesy, even though it felt like it should have. Who doesn't love a nice dance sequence during the credits of a drama? 

Ernesto and I exchanged many a look as the man behind behind us ejaculated loud American-sounding comments at every preview. "Who's gonna see a fuckin' cartoon anyways?; Har-har, verrrrry funny. Not.; What the shit was that?" And so on. At least he kept his gob shut during the film, except for the occasional "Ohhhhh, he's gonna get it!"

Very glad that I've finally seen one important film on my list. 

Were my final grades good? You bet they were. It was great to give that answer when my folks asked. Instead of being a deer in the headlights, I'm the one driving the vehicle.

You aren't online much. That's a little strange. Did I say something off-putting? Nah, I'm probably not important enough to be a reason for anything related to you. Prolly. 

Today:

-Cineplex, maybe?

-Movie, maybe?

-Maybe, maybe?

Tomorrow:

-Know

-Find a paying position, again

-Or find money