This is not a particularly insightful, informative, or interesting post. And certainly don't expect me to post this regularly during the quarter. But I need to express. Let me start with this:
AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!My family -- love them, really -- are the worst people with whom to watch a movie. It's not that I particularly want to see this movie (I've seen Superman Returns three times already), but I brought it home so they could see it for the first time. So we could watch it together.
And they won't shut up. Every other line of dialog is accompanied by some inane comment by my brother; my mom keeps jumping up to bang around in the kitchen; my sister shushes my brother and she, in turn, is shushed by my dad. I could scream. Why am I putting myself through this? Why do I continue to sit, and shush, and want to scream?
I'm insane. I'm living here this summer. I want move with Laurel to Chicago, or Pittsburgh, or London (want to go to London, Laurel?).
On a side note, I adore Kevin Spacey.
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