Movie Night

There has been an interesting thing that has been going on every Saturday night.

Its known as Movie night, perhaps you've heard of it.

Anyway, me and a bunch of friends all crowd into a dorm room (It's anywhere from 3 to 9 people, 3 bizarrely intimate, 9 far to much) and watch movies from 7 until sleep deprivation gives you hallucinations.

Its a blast.

Anyway, I thought I'd bring up tonight's double feature: The Rocky Horror Picture Show and Robin Hood: Men in Tights.

Yes, I watched a movie about transvestites in leotards followed by a movie where a character claims that only real men wear tights. (Aside: I think I understand homosexuality now) This, however, was preferable to our original plan, which was Requiem for a Dream.

Well, almost anything is preferable to Requiem for a Dream. Actually being in one of those awkward scenes taken out to its logical extreme in the Rocky Horror Picture Show is preferable to Requiem for a Dream. Hell, showing up for the wrong final exam is probably preferable to Requiem for a Dream.

Also, if there is anyone contemplating suicide that reads my blog, do not watch Requiem. Get help. If you must watch Requiem, have a psychologist on hand to talk you out of whatever you're plan is. The feelings will pass. In about a month. (Note: The psychologist has just as high, if not higher chance of swinging from the ceiling when the lights come on. Be prepared to deal with the aftermath on your own. I suggest ridding your house of anything that will not make it through airport security)

So, instead, we had a good time. This, regrettably, is probably our last movie night, so there will be no more dead silent moments when Mufasa dies in the Lion King, no more hands drumming in anticipation right before the climax of The Shawshank Redemption, no more bursting out loud in laughter at Shawn of the Dead, and no more swearing by David Bowie's bulge in The Labyrinth.

Signing off because its past 1 am and Plato waits for no man. Thanks, movie night crew, its been amazing.