nekare

I AM SO PISSED. SO. PISSED. About everything, it seems. The stupid modem-like-thingy for the wireless like, BROKE DOWN or SOMETHING and now (after being two days internet-less until I could figure out what the hell was wrong) I can only use the internet if the laptop's connected to the modem... which is in my parent's room. And I really can't be in here all the time, especially not now that they're being so damn patronizing about the damn thing and my brother's being incredibly obnoxious and and one of my cousins acted like a major asshole towards another cousin of mine (the fangirl in training, who's finishing Deathly Hallows) and then when I yelled at him he turned against me and started mocking me for liking books, because the idiot takes so much pride in his ignorance, and AAAAARGH. And I'm still pissed at my family and they're here, in the same room, all of them asking me why am I so mad every five minutes. ARGH. I'll take the wireless, er, thingy, tomorrow to be repaired, and let's hope it'll be back soon or I'll go MAD. It also makes me mad to realize how truly dependant I am of the internet. BAH. I wish I could bake something just to feel better, but it's far too late to start now.

So yeah. That's why I haven't been commenting/commenting back/whatever.

Anyway, I do love movies, have I ever said that? ( movie reviews: Sakuran and The Painted Veil ) Ah, it was just nice to see something good enough to restore my faith in the film industry.

Weird, though, I seem to attract horribly obnoxious people while in the movies - while seeing El Búfalo de la Noche there was a group of friends behind me laughing loudly and yelling 'OMG THEY'RE NAKED AGAIN?' (which, okay, I was thinking too, but SILENTLY) and during The Painted Veil there was an old couple sitting next to my dad and the lady kept on yelling about how she couldn't read the subtitles or SOMETHING, I dunno, she must've left her glasses at home and kept on commenting about everything that was happening on the screen and ARGH, annoying much? Between that and watching El Búfalo... while sitting IN BETWEEN my parents (awkward much?), I don't know what was worse, ugh.