Gaaahhhh Thursday night. Or Friday morning, whatever. Tickets have been purchased. I am shaking. Kevin got me theme-appropriate goody bag full of plastic cups, a t-shirt, and condoms, which will probably just sit there on my dresser, untouched. Because I'm the type of person that gets excited about movies like this.
Not that I mean to get my hopes up or anything, but the fact of the matter is I've been writing this movie in my head for twelve fucking years and to see it actualized onscreen is just very exciting. It could suck. It could dominate. What if it's as horrible as X-Men: The Last Stand? What if it's better than Batman Begins?
Life is getting to the point where previously steadfast friends are reconsidering their Rassles allegiance. I can tell, because they keep on saying things like this:
Patrick thought it was hilarious that you were so excited for the Creation Museum, and I was like, "Wait til the movie. Do not. Sit next. To Ross. I will be as far away from her as possible. Maybe in a completely different theater, I don't know."
There is no way I am sitting near you. You're just gonna punch me the whole time.
I'm just afraid that you're going to be sitting there by yourself, alienating the world and hitting strangers with your fist.
I am so not sitting next to you during the movie. I do not want to get hit, man. It's crap.