before the movie started the CG and i were having a strange conversation about what laws we would make if we had the power to make any. most of the ones we came up with were cinemacentric but that probably had a lot to do with the fact that we were in a cinema. he would ban popcorn, not just from cinemas but from the whole world because he hates the smell of it. i don't mind the smell i just don't understand why popcorn and movies have become so connected. wouldn't it be better to eat something less noisy while watching a movie? my laws would include not arriving to watch the film after it has already started, not talking during the trailers and definitely not talking during the movie and not eating loudly. i would allow breathing as long as it was kept to a minimum. i find north american cinemas much more noisy than english ones. in england we can sit through a whole 90 minute movie without needing to pee, we are also able to control our laughter to somewhere below hysterics (and even laugh at the right times) and we do not feel the need to shout things out at regular intervals. basicaly in the UK cinema going is not an interactive passtime and i much prefer it that way. i should probably stay at home and watch movies but i actually like the whole big screen deal. therefore a better solution for me would be for everyone else to stay at home. frankly if all they are going to do is arrive late, stuff their faces and talk through the whole thing they may as well.
the first thing i am going to do when i get home to england is go to a grocery store and read the label on a tub of potato salad. i don't remember ever noticing any egg in english potato salad. the idea of it is totally gross. however, i can't seem to find an eggless recipe on my usual north american recipe websites. no wonder it always looks a weird yellow colour!
3:58 p.m. - August 25, 2003
i slept on the couch again last night. for some reason i'm finding it increasingly difficult to share a bed with anyone. this is quite odd when you consider that since i left home at 18 i've hardly ever slept alone.
last weeks compliment from the now permanently absent cubicle neighbour did what nothing else has been able to do for the last few months. it made me realise that i really need to start working out again. unfortunately the punishment for taking a few months off from being healthy is that when you start exercising again you have to deal with pain. today my calves hurt and i have backache. tomorrow i imagine it will be worse.
i walked around the record store with the new danny michel CD in my hand. i wanted it but i just couldn't justify spending the money on myself. my spending habits have morphed into something i don't recognise.
1:40 p.m. - August 25, 2003
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