Milk Duds are the Best Thing Since Sliced Bread Don'tcha Know

Today I did something I haven't done in a very long time. I went to a movie by myself. If you've never done so before, I suggest you give it a try. The first time I ever did, I went to see There Will Be Blood alone, mostly because I couldn't find anybody who wanted to watch a boring ol' indie movi with me at the time. But I had been wanting to see it for a real long time so I decided to just go alone. It was an incredibly relaxing experience. Being in a dark, somewhat quiet place taking a journey with the characters on the screen alone can be, for lack of better word, nice. Plus, there's no awkwardness of other humans being with you. You can react to what's on the screen in whichever ways you'd like without conforming to any social code.

I went early in the day, of course, because it's cheaper. I went to see Valentine's Day. It was pretty much what I expected it to be. Not amazingly funny, or profoundly deep on any level, but a feel good little romantic comedy. I'm a sucker for those. It was very much like He's Just Not That Into You, which I didn't like the first time I saw it, but grew to like it the more thought I gave the film. However, I'm going to stop myself while I'm ahead. This blog has already beome somewhat of a food critique and we don't need to dip into another medium for me to pick apart, although I am a huge movie buff and critic.

What I did expect, was to walk in and be heart broken over my ex (job that is, but we're going with the theme of it being a previous lover). Working at a movie theatre for three years has it's perks. Such as seeing pretty much every single movie that is released for free (it was so weird having to actually pay for a movie. I thought it would be much more painful to spend money on watching a movie, but oddly enough it wasn't that big of a deal. I feel so...normal). Also, and I though of this as I crossed the posters hanging in the halls, I loved getting the free posters, though towards the end the company I worked for got much more stingy with it's poster handouts. I missed covering my entire walls, and ceiling for that matter, with the face of some movie star or the working art for next summer's blockbuster. But I wasn't very much heartbroken. It was a different theatre and a different theatre chain mind you, but still I was expecting devastation. This heatre brought just the slightest form of nostalgia rather than pain. Which I suppose is a sign of improvement.

I took with my only my duct-taped zune, my "wallet" (Altoid's tin), my ID (though I almost forgot it again), and a box of Milk Duds, my absolute favorite candy. I was excited to finally get to spend some time with myself, which is odd because I usually only ever get excited about hanging out with other people. Now, I find myself looking forward with the time I get to share with only me. It may be a little sad, but alone time is growing on me. Especially if I have Milk Duds to accompany me.

When the movie was over, I of course went to Ghirardelli to get my sample of chocolate square. I go every single time I head downtown. It wouldn't be the same if I didn't, although this time it almost cost me missing the bus. But it didn't and I got on the bus, got ready for work, and left.

Maybe Valentie's Day wasn't the best movie to see, especially alone. I was feeling a little lovesick afterwards. I thought about this the entire ride home. I'm not one to go out looking for a relationship down here so that I can fool around with someone down here for a couple of months, with no strings attached, and both understand that "we're just having fun." I hate that expression. I also hate that I take relationships way too seriously for my age. Here I am at eighteen, almost nineteen, and when I date someone I start looking way into the future. If I can't see myself marrying them, I freak out and start having doubts. The only way to relate this, is by saying that I am much in the same group as Ben Stiller in Along Came Polly. This should all probably be saved for another blog when I can elaborte more on it without losing the interest of all you bleaders.

Work was magnifceiently bring until I remembered that my brother's girlfriend was here for a jazz choir competion with some of my old former classmates and cast members from drama class. I met up with them, and they all greeted me with gracious hugs and love. I talked to them for a bit and my day was immediately brightened. However, I did have to work to midnight and no amount of brightness could shine through the black of night I would have to work through.

But I came home to cook some ramen, the way Courtney suggested I do it. You make the moodles, drain the water, add the seasoning, and add lemon juice and stir. It was, of course, delightful and totally scrumptous. I snacked on some other things and then went to watch 30 Rock and fall asleep on the couch. That's all folks.