Monday, November 16, 2009

The Director of Paranormal Activity can lick my butt

This weekend the girlfriend, the girlfriends roommate and I went and saw Paranormal activity. For those of you who don't get out much, it's about a young couple dealing with a haunted San Deign (?) house. It has the same low quality feel that made the Blair Witch project what it was a decade ago. And it is scary.

Scratch that. That movie is scarier then shit.

I haven't been scared by a movie like that since I was a Junior in High School (the movie was the Ring. The movie had me screaming helpful advise at the screen like, "RUN, BITCH RUN". Sadly, Naomi Watts didn't listen to my advise, and the girls I was with remained un impressed. I digress). The Ring ruined my shit. At the time, my parents were in China adopting my second sister, and my old buddy Jobany and I took these two blondes to go see a scary movie (good idea right? Usually speaking, yes, but in this case if the movie makes you scream like a bitch then no. Not a good move).

After the movie, me and Jo (yes, just me and Jo) went home. I walked into my parent house and low and behold my dads big screen tv was. It wasn't doing the static-y sound that implied danger in 'the Ring' but for only seeing that movie 30 minutes prior and having my parents be out of the country, that was as close as it needed to be.

Needless to say, sleep was not had that night. Nor was it had on Saturday night. I thought I had grown out of the "scary movies ruin me" thing. I guess I haven't.

I think I can speak for all three of us when I say, I thought that movie was going to be gayer then two men doing it to the 'over the rainbow' song on loop. Trying to spice up the evening, we decided to go out and get a few drinks in before the movie.

It was like an ambush. None of us knew what we were about to whiteness. That movie would've done the trick had we been sober, and we weren't. The creators of this movie(first time writer and director Oren Peli) is a sick, sick bastard, and that is all I need to say about that.

Girlfriend and Girlfriends Roommate were so scared after the movie, that they refused to go home. They decided they wanted to go to a bar (only thing really open after midnight around here). I had to work the next day, so I put the kabosh on that idea for me (yes, I'm maturing).

I opted to go home and try to sleep. My brother had a few buddies over and after I showed up we began to talk about the movie-which spawned the worst conversation for a drunk kid to have before bed- a conversation about weird, un explainable shit that has happened to either us or someone we know. After a few stories of the paranormal, I decided sleeping in my room was not an option for the rest of the night. I went grabbed my pillow and my blanket and laid it right in the middle of the living room.

"Dude, we're gonna be gaming." My brother said (implying they were going to be loud).
"I don't give a shit. I'm not sleeping in that room tonight." And I didn't.

GF and GFR were worse off then I was. Where I was fine the next day, they didn't even sleep the next day, and GF hasn't been able to sleep right unless I've been there all week.

So this weekend, if you and your Special Lady Friend are trying to decide what movie you're going to see just remember this, 'Paranormal' ruins lives.

For at least the week.

Monday, November 9, 2009

status update 2

I'm off today, thank God. Work has been kickin my ass from end to end lately, and I'm so thankful the weekend came when it came. Lately, I've been super stressed. My mind has been off As you can tell by the disturbing lack of up dates on this thing.

My bad.

I've had a few little ideas to write the last week or so, but never have my computer with me and never the motivation to get those ideas written out when I do have a computer.

So they're coming. Just chill.

In the mean time, here is a poster documenting my professional wrestling career.