How I spent my summer vacation, Freckles.
Not again, I thought. I'm cursed. The Seth-Rogen-in-a-lead-role curse.
I tried to enjoy Pineapple Express, but theatre 11's soundsystem didn't want me to.
quietLOUDquiet, more quiet than LOUD. Muffled dialogue "What did he say?"
The same sound problem affected my enjoyment of Knocked Up.
"The sound in theatre 11 is jacked. I can't concentrate on the film."
"I'll refund your money, sir."
"Thank you. By the way, $8.25 for a matinee?"
I intended to see The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2, but it was sold out.
Before the (one-third of a) film, I tried Jamba Juice's Chunky Strawberry Smoothie (oxymoron?). It tasted like what I imagine the slop on Big Brother tastes like. Strawberries and peanut butter do not mix.
This week on The Secret Life of the American Teenager (in a parallel universe):
Way more entertaining than Mad Men.
• Dancing at Yahoo!
Now you know where the hell Matt is
• Return to Sleepaway Camp: October 14th
• LAN Party Massacre
• The Culkin brothers: before and after meth
• Hamlet (Facebook News Feed Edition)
• Big Boi: "To get your dick sucked to a Conway Twitty record is something else."