Adventureland

I just wanted to say: I went to the movies alone again this past Saturday. As you've probably guessed by now, going to the movies alone is one of my favorite things to do. (I also really like eating big stacks of buttered toast).

I like going to the movies with other people too--don't get me wrong. But I also like going alone. Although...I once read this thing online about how if you're going to the movies alone, you should wear a white baseball cap to signify that you're there alone. Then if you see someone else wearing a white baseball cap, you should sit next to them. This terrifies me. Also, warning: don't wear a white baseball cap to the movies if you're going by yourself, unless you want a desperate weirdo with dandruff and 99-cent cologne to sit next to you and repeatedly ask you what your favorite flavor of popcorn-salt is.

That's all. I'm done saying things now. Oh, one more thing: the movie I saw, "Adventureland," was amazing. Written and directed by Greg Mottola (director of Superbad), this coming-of-age film about 20-somethings whiling away a summer as amusement park employees captured the 80s without making the decade seem like a ridiculous caricature of itself, as so many other post-80s 80s movies do. It was moody and funny and a tiny bit heartbreaking, with an amazing soundtrack. It actually made me like Kristen Stewart which is a testament to the writing and the direction, as her blaze (blah-zay) attitude and sneering mug usually turn me right off.