for better, for worse

Today was very exciting because my dress arrived. It's everything I hoped for. I'm not at the moment expressing my glee because I just returned from a very painful movie experience. J and I went to see Nacho Libre at the cheap theatre. I left after an hour. I just coulnd't take the mind-numbng any more. I wanted to do something, ANYthing else. The film is an amazing bore. It's slow-paced and I couldn't care about the characters. I liked its quirkiness sometimes, but not enough to sit through it. J watched it to the end while I went to the grocery. It amazes me how he can watch any piece of drek. I really wanted him to leave with me, but because I didn't ask, just hinted, he didn't respond. And then of course I was even more irritated: stuck at the theatre without a book. I stepped in to another movie briefly, My Super Ex-Girlfriend, but it wasn't very good either. Better than Ncaho Libre though.