It's too bad you were born under the ugly tree.

I think I should just let it be known that I have officially requested off the entire day of July 21st.
If that's not devotion then I don't know what is.
Have you seen the trailer yet?
Did you cry?
I did, I was also pulling a Regal-Illegal by sneaking into the theater while I was on duty.
Harry Potter is far more important than any "job."

Employee screening for Pirates of the Caribbean tomorrow night.
I've considered the possibility of not going because I couldn't care less about this movie.
If Johnny Depp showed up to Regal and asked me personally to see his film--and he provided me with two pounds of Raisinets and an endless amount of Italian sodas--I still wouldn't care about the movie. It doesn't really seem like a fair trade-off when I still have to stare at Orlando Bloom's face for two and a half hours.

I also do not feel like spending a late night with a few former employees who take it upon themselves to get trashed before they crash an exclusive screening and proceed to yell things at the screen for the entire of the film.
Hey guys. Yeah, have a few drinks and then, you know, drive home.

Whine, complain, bitch, moan, complain, whine...

The search for an apartment continues and I am starting to realize that if you want your own bathroom in this city you are forced to pay about $100 more than any reasonable price.
I'm willing to fork it over; there's just something about using the shower without having to worry about whether or not your creepy 50 year-old neighbor with two ferrets is standing right outside the door as you're shampooing.
He's already in a lot of my classes, I don't want to have to bring him home with me.

It's late and I am obligated to go to class in the ante meridiem.
I should probably get to sleep before the sun sees that I'm still awake.