Shaun Lewis: the Man, the Myth, the Legend

It’s Monday night.

Well, I got back not too long ago from the movies and I have to say that I was disappointed with the film I saw. I had thought the movie would be pretty interesting because it looked different and was directed by someone whose work I usually enjoy, Robert Rodriguez. Unfortunately, the film ended up being close to garbage. “Trash” is probably a good word to describe it. In case you were wondering, the movie I saw was Sin City. I wasted $7.75 on it. Don’t be like me.

I think the worst part of the whole movie ordeal was that I don’t usually spend that much on movies. I’m more content with the cheap seats. To be fair, I wasn’t expecting $8 for a movie when I went to the Regal Cinema, which used to cost only $5.50. Apparently they had close to a 50% mark up in ticket price since my last visit. I guess that’s what I get for trying to have a fun time by myself.

After the movie, I walked outside and checked my cell phone (or “cellie”) only to discover that Jacki had called while I was in Movie Hell. I was pretty sad I had missed her call. It made me even more sad when I realized that I could have used her phone call as an excuse to leave the movie. The funny part is that I had intentionally turned my phone completely off because I just assumed that I would like the movie a lot and not want to be disturbed even by a vibrating phone. Fate worked against me tonight.

I returned Jacki’s call though. She didn’t answer at first, but eventually she called me back. It was good to talk to her, but I ended up sounding REALLY foolish. I’m probably overanalyzing myself, but for some reason I couldn’t form a coherent thought in my head. Also, I think I freaked her out a little bit when I correctly guessed the name of the hotel she is staying at in New Orleans. Really, it was just luck that I happened to know, but I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m a stalker right about now. I ended up being extremely embarassed by the whole situation for some reason. Actually, I’m pretty sure that I still am quite embarassed by it all. I suppose that happens from time to time.

Actually, that happens quite a lot with me.

To make up for the horrible movie I saw at the theater, I decided I should come home and watch a good one. I put in the last half of Gangs of New York, which happens to be a movie I love. It’s probably the whole “Irish thing.” Sadly, I forgot I have not been in the mood for this movie lately; the last time I watched it (it was Wednesday of last week) I had to stop it because I couldn’t handle the drama. There isn’t too much drama even, but I just couldn’t deal with the whole love story part for some reason. The violence and all that jazz did not phase me one bit, but all the stuff dealing with Jenn I couldn’t stomach.

That’s a big deal for me.

I’m not very often “moved” (for lack of a better word) by movies, but this one seemed to do the trick at that particular point in time. What that means is later it probably won’t bother me (still did a little tonight), but eventually I’ll get used to the movie and I will be able to watch it without a problem. Usually, whenever a movie does that it’s because of something going on at the present time; the part where Mufasa dies in The Lion King is not a good example of that sort of temporary inability to deal. That’s just saddness in a bottle, if you ask me. Honestly, I have no idea why Gangs has bothered me as of late. Such is the nature of life, I suppose.

Oh, yeah. Thanks for letting me borrow Gangs of New York, Jason. I would like to give you mad props for that.

I feel bad that this entry hasn’t proven to be very entertaining. One could say, even, that this entry has been a “downer.” Sorry about that. I’m not very sad or anything like that—pretty content, really. In fact, even after such a horrible movie I am still extremely happy. I suppose I must be introspective, or something like it, tonight. I’ll have to work on that and become excessively hyper tomorrow. I’m pretty sure that’s how I usually am though. If you know me and think I’m a quiet and subdued person, it’s probably because I’m keeping the energy all bottled up and just waiting for a good time to release it.

Like that time I hit the referee with the whiskey bottle.