So, I was lucky enough to be taken to the movie theater by Ricky yesterday.

The movie was the animated “Clone Wars”, which was essentially what happened between episodes 2 and 3. There already was a set of animated episodes that were put out by Genndy Tartakovsky (Powerpuff Girls, Samurai Jack, Johnny Bravo) in 2005. I was shown the entirety of those cartoon episodes before going to see the movie so I’d have a general idea of what it might be like.

Needless to say I was excited. It had been a long time since I’d been to a theater, and it had been probably 10 times as long since I’d seen a Start Wars movie in the theater. Much less on opening day.

• Took note of all the little kids who seemed to be talking about the movie as we made our way into the building.

• Took note of all the kids who filled the good seats as we entered the theater.

• Sat through an overwhelming amount of kid-centric previews and those lame quote and multiple choice question things.

• Okay, lights go down all the way, previews are over. You see the pretty Lucasfilm Ltd. logo, all sparkly and green-silver.

• Silence.

• The anticipation of the opening crash of the Star Wars theme is overwhelming.

• Disappointed. It’s some stupid, slower music.

• Don’t even have the cool text crawl that fades off into the distance. Instead it’s been replaced by some smarmy announcer that sounds like he belongs on a Cartoon Network commercial who is giving the audience the gist of what’s going on.

• Immediately recognize the art style as a complete rip-off of Mr. Tartakovsky’s.

• Note how everything looks as if it’s carved poorly from big hunks of clay.

• Fight scenes are okay, probably best parts of the movie.

• Get introduced to the new Padawan Learner. It’s some “spunky, enthusiastic” girl who is so sweet you feel like you may need to brush your teeth after watching the movie.

• Listen to the little girl call Anakin “Skyguy”.

• Vomit into my Slushie cup.

• Hear that Jabba’s baby son has been kidnapped.

• Look at Ricky, aware he’s looking at me.

• Make resolution to get the hell out before more damage can be done.

So. After 15 minutes of previews and half an hour of what can only be described as rape, we walked out of that crappy movie. He had to go pack to go to Berlin (the town in Northern NH, not the one in Germany), so the rest of the day was pretty much a bust.

Please people, don’t be like me.

Don’t waste your money on that movie.

Or if you do, at least do go in there with high hopes. Or maybe just rent it, so you’ll only have wasted 4 dollars.

Like I needed another reason to be depressed.

[i/o]

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So…I was told to make a happy post, so I guess I’ll try my best to at least make one that isn’t drenched in depression.

I suppose the easiest way to ease myself back into the normalcy of updating this would be to just write one line about things I’ve been doing recently.

• Work: Still can’t complain.
• Bills: Not worried about them.
• General Health: Seems kind of silly to care.
• Friends: Come over every so often; feels good to laugh.
• D&D: My new addiction.
• Olympics: Opening ceremonies were moving to say the least; Michael Phelps is a human rocket.
• 4chan: My new secret addiction.
• Loneliness: Crushing.
• Phone: Won’t stop ringing from numbers I don’t recognize.
• Dishes: Wash them by hand every night even though there’s a dishwasher 2 feet away—seems a waste.
• Seán Cullen: A ray of comedic sunshine.
• Jack: Tears my heart out to not see him.
• Alaina: Tears my heart out not to see her.
• The guy in the mirror: Not getting any easier to look at.

I guess I didn’t do so well.

Maybe next time.

[i/o]

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Not really sure how to start this, but I suppose “like a band-aid” is as good an idea as any.

I live alone now.

I’d really rather not discuss the how’s and why’s, but suffice it to say I didn’t want this. All I really wanted was to get away from that house and those people…and I guess I got that. But I wanted Alaina to come with me.

I guess she chose which was more important to her.

I’m not happy.

I spend far too much time looking out the window, or simply staring at a blank wall, sometimes wondering if they invented time machines in my life span why was I not able to go back and fix this from happening? But then I realize that either that’s not possible, they have laws for that kind of stuff in the future, or I simply died before that made that technology happen.

None very good thoughts.

Alaina is coming with Jack on Monday to bring me an air conditioner because living on the third floor is beastly, so I’m looking forward to that. I’ll get to see them again. It’s only been 2 days but it feels like forever.

Nothing is right. Everything is very quiet, very grey, and very alone. Everything in the fridge I know I’ll eat. All of the dishes that are dirty I know are mine. No one is telling me to come to bed or to brush my hair. No one asks if I want to go to Wal-Mart. No one to wonder when the last time I’ve showered or brushed my teeth was.

Luckily I don’t get good phone service out here. I don’t want any calls. I’m also disabling comments for this particular post.

I’m not sure if I’ll be coming down for Thanksgiving…but I know Alaina will…so everyone will enjoy that.

At least I still have furniture to build so I don’t go crazy with loneliness AND having nothing to do.

Maybe things will look a little better when Alaina gets here…but when she leaves it will just hurt all over again.

People get through these things, right?

Ian

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