“It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to”
…oh, yikes. That’s two song lyrics in a row. Maybe my subconscious is trying to tell me something.
Anyhoo, it was my birthday yesterday. My 21st. That means I probably hit the bars last night, got smashed beyond endurance, and don’t remember much, right? Well, not exactly…I just had a low-key dinner at Free State with some of my friends. I’m no prude when it comes to alcohol, but that suited my mood better. I’m not really much of a bar person, I guess. I’ll have a proper party, with copious amounts of alcohol, after we move from the ghetto so that people won’t be so afraid to come to my apartment complex. Hell, I’m afraid to go to my place.
After dinner we went back to said ghetto apartment, had tons of popcorn, and watched “The Butterfly Effect.” I didn’t really have high expectations for this movie. Ashton Kutcher is definitely hot, but he lost standing in my eyes with Punk’d, which is a horribly unfunny show – all he does is run around and act like an ass. A pretty, frat-boy ass. That gets old after awhile. Yet surprisingly, the movie wasn’t bad. Sure, Hollywood’s grip on “Chaos Theory” was a little tenuous, and there were points in the movie that were supposed to be dramatic but instead made me giggle. I’m a harsh critic when it comes to sentimental scenes. But the movie did serve to remind me that Ashton Kutcher, beneath the stupid Punk’d veneer, is still very hot. Mmm. Oh, what was the movie about again?