Another update~

We went to see Super 8 last night! It's seriously the first movie we've actually gone to the theatres to see since... Iron Man. In 2008.

No, seriously. We never go to the movies. Less so because there's never anything good out, but moreso because the whole ~theatre experience~ can be quite obnoxious. See, I do love watching movies in the theatre. I really do. But I generally loathe most people (read: the majority of teenagers) who go to theatres.

Anyhow, Super 8 was absolutely amazing. We were expecting a Cloverfield-esque experience, but it was so much more than that and I liked it a lot more (though in a different sort of way) than Cloverfield. I also hadn't really kept up on much news about it than I had on Cloverfield, where there was the whole ARG and everything. I went into it with little to no knowledge about the plot or the monster outside of 'a train crashes and there's a monster'.

Speaking of, the train scene was insane. The whole time I was staring at the screen with my hand over my mouth going 'oh my god, oh my god' in my head.

The characters were great and really well developed. There's a subtle romantic subplot, but it's done so well and flows so naturally that it barely seems like its there. All the actors (especially the kids) were amazing and I didn't dislike anyone. While you don't get a lot of real ~in depth~ story on any of the characters, you still learn a lot about them subtextually.

The monster was both scary and well thought out, which isn't unexpected considering all the work they also did with Clover in Cloverfield. While it was terrifying for the first half, you learned more about it later on and it's still terrifying, but for a reason.

I love the way the movie was shot. They did it traditionally, so it really reminded me of old 80's coming-of-age/adventure/fantasy movies. While it was filmed in West Virginia, I totally bought the location being Ohio in the late 70s.

Overall, it was definitely worth the $9.50 ticket price.

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Still on the hunt for shorts. Nothing's coming up and it's getting annoying. :| Nowhere really seems to have anything...good in, I guess. It's all drape-y potato sack shirts and empire waists and short-shorts. I can't even find any good skirts.

Did go back up to Gabe's and snagged these two shirts:



Also found these at Five Below for $3 each~!

Where the prayers run like weeds along the road...

I don't know why I'm so sad and so down. It's not even time for my period yet, my last one finished about a week ago. I don't understand why all I want to do it cry, but I'm really not a fan of it.

It doesn't help that, when I try to explain why I was distant and standoffish to people that they react by assuming they've done something wrong and then holding my mood against me. I don't want that response when I tell someone what's wrong, nor is that the response I should recieve. I'm allowed to be in crap moods, even if they're not my fault and I don't know where they've come from. But I shouldn't be given the silent treatment and ignored because of it.

How will that help me at all? It won't. It only makes me feel worse because now I'm left trying to figure out what exactly I did wrong when I know, in reality, I did nothing at all and I shouldn't be blaming myself for someone elses' reactions at all.

I think this is why I keep that outwardly optimistic and cheerful nature. That's not to say that I'm two different people, no. I am naturally an optimistic and happy person. But when I'm in a bad/sad mood and I'm treated like I don't exist, well, why should I even bother telling people what's wrong when I get nothing in response? It's why I only spill everything here because then I can at least assume someone's read it and understood what I'm saying, even if there's no comments or response. I can put myself at ease by thinking 'someone knows how this feels'.

I hate being sad for no reason. All I did last night was lay in front of the computer and try to keep from crying. I sat in the backyard when I took Melanie out this morning and just cried for no reason. If I knew why I was sad, I'd glady do my best to remedy it, but I don't have any idea and that just frustrates me more, which leads to more tears.

I wish people wouldn't always think that my mood is directly caused by them. It's rarely the case and I'm not hesistant to say if it is. I mean, I guess because I tend to keep things like this to myself, people don't realize I just get really, really sad sometimes for no reason and a lot of the time it's because of my hormones and close to my period, but occasionally, it's for no reason at all.

I guess I wish I could be believed when I say something that seems to 'contradict' my normal personality.