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Went out tonight to see Igby Goes Down at this antique little theatre somewhere in the middle of the city. Tourist season/summer is annoying since it brings out all these people, necesitating my avoidence of being groped by drunken idiots at the early hour of 6pm. Movie was good, but quite surreal. It had some fantastically funny scenes (though sometimes you were quite ashamed to be laughing) and some simply sad/dramatic scenes making it entertaining but ultimately rather odd.
Then my flatmate and I were really girly and rented The Importance of Being Ernest. (Do you think Colin Firth has a period costume fetish?...) Movie was funny in a goofy sort of way, you just had to keep reminding yourself that all the characters were morons for the plot to work.
Hmm, now to find something utterly useless to do with myself. I know, I'll write fanfic...
Then my flatmate and I were really girly and rented The Importance of Being Ernest. (Do you think Colin Firth has a period costume fetish?...) Movie was funny in a goofy sort of way, you just had to keep reminding yourself that all the characters were morons for the plot to work.
Hmm, now to find something utterly useless to do with myself. I know, I'll write fanfic...
