tuesday . december . eighteen . two thousand one i saw vanilla sky last night. i paid seven dollars and seventy five cents to see vanilla sky last night. i paid seven dollars and seventy five cents, and then another four dollars and thirty five cents for popcorn. i sat down in the uncomfortable seats and watched five commercials for different products and then i watched six previews for movies and then i watched vanilla sky last night. i feel abused. like the kind of date rape you see on beverly hills 90210. i went into it hoping to have a pleasant evening, but instead found myself taking it up the ass...but i never actually said no. ok, ok...maybe a little extreme. i'm just saying that after i spent all that money and all that time, the movie ended with the biggest cliché that every creative writing teacher ever warned me about. strike that...every single english teacher i have had since grade 3 told me this one true fact: if you write a fantastical story that ends with "...and then i woke up." you fail. you know it's a bad movie when all you can do is calculate your losses. i start thinking about how many minutes of work i spent earning the money to waste my time like that. and then being forced to watch "funny" cell phone commercials without the ability to press the MUTE button...and hear most of the people in the theater then LAUGHING at the "funny" cell phone commercials...i don't know. i'm just saying: BIG MISTAKE is all. maybe next time i'll just stay home and watch fletch....again.

h