Let's go out to the movie night.

Last night was another fantabulous movie night. It was semi-Alan Rickman movie night. Lauren and I watched Love Actually, Dogma, Party Monster, and Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
Alan Rickman is so sexy when he's evil and when he is a bumblingly sweet guy too and especially when he's the voice of God.
Party Monster was a remarkably accurate film of the Michael Alig/James St. James "Club Kid" movement. It was highly entertaining as well with shocks of reality mixed in. Show that movie to high school kids. It'll make them never want to do drugs. "Don't do drugs 'cause you could go crazy and kill your dealer by beating him to death with a hammer, injecting him with Drain-O in a heroin needle, then mutilating his corpse and chopping it up into little pieces then putting the pieces into a box and throwing into the Hudson River in over a three week period." Rock on.
Also, on an equally disgusting note, someone left a pad in the toilet in the restroom in the campus center. Not only that, but the toilet seat had pubic hair and menstrual blood all over it and on the floor. Some people are so fucking disgusting. >