Happy Fat/Super Tuesday

Happy Fat/Super Tuesday. I voted and wore some beads that were actually little tiny dice strung together. So I guess that makes me a true American. Or something like that. I met up with Ginger the frenemy, who wasted no time in telling me that she and her other friend were going to Mardi Gras downtown and they had passes to the VIP tent where alcohol was free. She also made sure to remind me how much fun she had last year (again, without me). What a whore. She also said her boyfriend was being a jerk, and I responded that this is nothing new. Of course, she mentioned V-day about 20 times and asked me what I was doing that day. I said that once I get home from class I'll get drunk and cry myself to sleep. Completely unfazed, she mentioned that she has a bottle of champagne I could drink. Bitch. Then she complained that a couple of weeks ago she had 2 guys paying attention to her and now she has none. I told her that I had zero a couple weeks ago and I have zero now, so I wasn't going to feel even a little bit sorry for her. This is someone who freaks out if I don't call her back the same day she calls me and has a crisis at least once a week, but when she is having fun, she doesn't have any idea who I am. I haven't even vested much time in her lately and she still manages to piss me off in less than 10 minutes. Arrgh.

I saw a movie tonight with a group of people. It's my first time with these people, and some of them seemed cool, albeit geeky. However, once the movie was over, I made sure to get a good look at the two women sitting behind me, as they couldn't shut up for the whole film. One more time: no one wants to hear what you think about what is happening on the screen. Your disapproving clucks and comments like "sanctimonious" and "sad" are not only unnecessary and fucking annoying, but stupid. Shut your fat face (use popcorn if you have to) and keep your comments to yourself. In internet speak: STFU!

I saw There Will Be Blood. Loved it. Hated those bitches behind me.