  It's time for me to start being serious about reconsidering my life and working toward making real changes. This could be anything from getting a real job in another city to actually moving into the city to be closer to my friends.
I hate my suburbs. I hate middle-aged housewives. Last night Mike and I went to see a movie. For a while, it looked like we were going to be the only ones in the theatre. Then I was kind of glad to see an old couple come in, just because the theatre house was already creepy and deserted, so I was glad to have some company. Then, just as the movie is starting, three 55-ish women come in laughing like drunk teenagers. They sit in the row in front of us, which is the row in front of the other people. The old folks turn and glare at them, as if politely asking them to quiet down. I wait through the tail end of the preview, and the opening credits, and these women are still chatting away. So once the characters start talking and these other patrons are also talking, I go over and ask them if they could be quiet until it's over. They look at me, then start coughing and yawning. They settle down, then don't laugh at the funny parts and do laugh at some pathetic parts that aren't funny, then start chatting again.
So I tell them they're being rude and can rent the DVD if they want to comment on the movie. Then we move farther back in the theatre and over to the other side. I can't believe they made me so mad, but I also can't believe how they were acting. Anyway, too bad I wasted 20 minutes of the show listening to them -- the movie was fantastic. 
