It's time for my regular end of semester bitching and whining. I know most of you are pretty fucking sick of asking me how I'm doing and hearing me whine and bitch about how I have 50 billion papers to write or some type of group project with at least one time wasting member or a control freak or a flaky whack job (this semester, I think I was actually the slacker though. I guess we all get our turns at being the asshole). So if you're sick of this, just skip ahead...
As I've probably mentioned countless times, I had one regular class twice per week during the first summer session. I failed the first test, which was a major part of my grade. Managed to get the lowest grade in both sections, as a matter of fact! I didn't even try! But I worked my ass off and ended up with a B somehow. It's a bit of a blow to my 3.91 GPA, but I earned that B in every sense and I probably have more pride in that B than any of my A's because I worked really fucking hard for it.
My other class consisted of five Saturday sessions that went from 8:30 am to 5 pm. Most professors dismiss these classes some time around 3 pm, but not mine. In fact, one day he even kept us until about 5:30. For that class, I have had monstrous research and practicum papers to write and it's been pretty tough. As I type this, I am procrastinating writing the last one that I have to do. I know in my head that once I am finished with this paper, I will be able to enjoy what's left of the summer. Yet, it's hard to get the creative and motivational juices flowing. It usually takes a few beers. And before you all look at me like, "I can't believe she has to drink in order to do her homework. She's clearly an alcoholic," I will say this: So?!?!? Hemmingway and Bukowski (among others) wrote brilliant pieces of literature trashed off their asses. This is just a retarded little paper about me and my job.
For those of you who skipped ahead, I am finished bitching about school now.
So tonight I took a little break and went to see Clerks II. I heard that tonight was the last night it was playing in the good theater in town. I could have gone to see it next week in the bad theater, but, well, fuck that.
The first Clerks movie is my all time favorite. Any time I ever had a bad day at work, I would come home and watch it. It just made me feel better. Up until the job I have now, I have mostly hated my jobs. So I have seen this movie many many times.
I was surprised at how good it was. I kind of expected it to suck, actually. I skeptically thought that the original is such a fine piece of art that it really shouldn't be fucked with. But Kevin Smith seems to have the characters in his heart. It was like when you read a really good book and you wonder what would happen to the characters after the book was over, later in their lives. It was a little sappy at the end, but the resolution made so much sense. My only complaint was that it was kind of quiet. There were very few places where there was music going in the background (unlike the first movie). That made it seem a little off to me for some reason. But that's really my only complaint. The acting wasn't great, but that kind of made the movie.
One thing that I thought was odd was that Paul and I were the only people in the theater who stayed for the credits. Kevin Smith's thank you's are a great part of his movies. This one even thanked several thousand myspace fans. But then again, this is Berks county and it's highly probable that most of the people who were in the theater can't read. Of course, the credits roll so fast that you can't really read them all anyway. I will probably add the DVD to my little Kevin Smith collection and read them all then. I also want to catch all of the little gags in the background too. I caught a few, but I'm sure I missed many.
Anyway, don't be afraid to go see it. I liked it and expected not to. I will leave you with that. I need to get some rest so I can finish the paper tomorrow.
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