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I was going to watch Watchmen on Friday night with Horace and Greg but that ended up falling through…something about fear of not getting tickets in time. So we went to Chili’s at 6:30.

Er. THEY went to Chili’s at 6:30. I got there at like 7, due to me being paranoid and calling the cops on the poor lady who came to our house to pick up her kid from dancing lessons, which we didn’t even have on Friday. Oh, awkward and lack of communication. In any case, it made for a great story to tell. =DDDDD

After Chili’s (and much bickering over the bill), went to Horace’s house to watch a movie: Oceans Eleven. OKAY I don’t know why I fell asleep within the first fifteen minutes (it was a GOOD MOVIE, damn), but I did. So I ended up sleeping for the rest of the movie…then going home. Hah. Yeah. Um.

Basically the only thing I did after I got home on Friday was sleep. Sleep until 10am Saturday. Best sleep this year. Woke up, fed Mochi, went to the bank, went to get breakfast for myself (woot Holmdel Bagel shop), decided to go route 35 all the way to Shrewsbury…why? I don’t even know. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Regardless, took ten minutes more than I should have getting to work. Still managed to get to work on time.

Spent the majority of work texting and calling to tag along with Kev to go see Watchmen that night with Kevin Li and Mike Choie. Good time. Didn’t do like half of my homework, but whatever. Got home at 6:22, fed Mochi, checked Caltech (score!), zoomed upstairs to take the quickest shower of my life, left the house at 6:38. Baller.

Watched Watchmen (looooool no pun intended). It was pretty good, I guess…I think reading the comic beforehand kinda ruined it for me but kinda improved it for me at the same time. Like, I understood the comic a lot more (until the very end, where the movie kinda completely deviates from the comic), and it was all good. I still think Janey Slater should’ve been hotter. But she wasn’t. And the Nite Owl was a doof. Veidt looked like Mr. Kinch for the first half of the movie, then he affected a crazy accent from who-knows-where. Rorschach was awesome…but that’s because he is awesome. Like awesome awesome. Yes.

Yeah, the movie was such bad end. I think that sort of bad end only works in a comic book…sigh. It was kind of amusing to step back from the scene where the Nite Owl and Janey “make love” in the friggin owl!ship and realize…wow, the guy can only get an erection from wearing his costume. Needs to get a life.

I’d give it like…8.35/10. It was good, but not like OHHHH MY GADDDDDD like The Dark Knight was. Or Transformers, or Ironman. lol.

Anyway, I need to spent the next three hours working my butt off and finishing my damn Italian project. Which I haven’t started yet. Bahhhhhhhh.

Got into Cornell, too! =D I’m feeling kinda blagh right now because I’m probably going to turn into the person who, after not getting into their early, applies to a bunch of good colleges and gets into all of them, thereby taking away spots from other potentially good Holmdel kids. Goddamn.

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