morrigirl | The Matador of Narnia

Weekend before last I was supposed to go see Brokeback Mountain with

divineagl. I had already paid my two bucks to enter the subway station when I got the voicemail message that she had to cancel. I was irritated because it was the second time in a row she'd broken plans with me. I was all ready to turn around and go back to my mom's house but I didn't want to waste my already paid train fare, plus I hadn't been to the movies in a while and I really wanted to go. So, I went to see Brokeback by myself. I liked it. Definitely don't think Heath Ledger or Jake Gyllenhaal deserve academy awards, but I enjoyed the film. Not only that, but I enjoyed the actual act of going to the movies so much, the getting up early, getting to the theater, getting out of my house, that I decided I'd have to do it more often.

So this past weekend I went to see two movies. On Saturday I got Mom to come with me to see The Matador. Strange movie. I liked it more towards the end but the first half wasn't exceptional. Neither of the main characters are particularly interesting or likable, and there is no real conflict in the first hour. It was hard to figure out where it was going or what ort of movie it wanted to be. Yesterday, after having lunch at Around the Clock, I got Mike to come with me to see Narnia. I liked it, he hated it. His biggest problem was that "it had huge gaps in internal logic." I disagree. All the examples of flawed logic that he cited afterwards didn't seem flawed to me. With each and every example I was able to offer an answer, he didn't like or accept the answers, but I had them. Also, I suspect we went in with different expectations. He wanted to see a good film and I just wanted to spend two hours in a fantastical action filled universe. I didn't need "good" in order to like what I was seeing.

Oh, I also got my hair cut on Saturday. Took off about five inches. Now it's shoulder length. I'm a little sad though because I got a HUGE amount of hair taken off, and...so far no one has noticed. Been sitting here at work for over two hours and no one has said a thing about it. When I came home on Saturday, Michael actually stood right in front of me and said "I thought you were getting your hair cut today." When I turned around to show him how short it was he said "Isn't that how long it was yesterday? It doesn't look like you got it cut." I take off FIVE INCHES, half the length of my back, and it doesn't look like I cut it?! Hair that once spilled down my back now just sweeps my shoulders! Are you blind!?

Other Mike's birthday is coming up. It has been over a month since I broke up with his machine, almost two since I last heard his voice. He has not made any attempt to contact me. Part of me wants to send him a birthday card as a sign of good will. Just to say "Hey, look, you still mean something to me and I didn't forget." The rest of me doesn't want to exert the effort since he certainly hasn't exerted any on me. I miss talking to him every night. It was nice to have someone who cared enough to talk to me every single night. Of course, for the last...year, we didn't really have conversations, I just sat and listened while he rambled on about himself. The first year was better. We actually TALKED! But, even the routine of it was nice. Now, I go home at night and my apartment is quiet and empty and I have no human contact.

I miss having humans in my life. I want more of them. I'm trying to get out more and meet new people. It's not really working. I don't have much in common with people.