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I went to the movies...

So, i'm at Gopalan Cinemas. I don't usually go to the movies, let alone by myself. But here I am, almost an hour early. It was an hour early half an hour ago anyway.

Frankly, i'm bored. It took me about two minutes to buy my tickets and I was bored by the fifth. Figured i'd use this spare time to write my blog. Like everything else here, this will also make no sense (btw that's my signature style), and this is just random shit I see around as I wait for my show to begin.

It's pretty good this multiplex thingie. AC, clean floors, nobody giving a fuck about the lonely guy sitting in the corner...

I'M BORED!

Enter entertainment. Have you seen grown women trying hard not to act their age? And when I say grown women I don't mean twenty or thirty somethings. I mean the ones who've been around for half a century or more.

I did. They made a fuss about not wanting to pay a hundred and fifty bucks for their tickets. Oggling at Hugh Jackman's poster of Wolverine. Ok, I don't blame them for that (not gay). Now they're at the mall. Widow shopping I guess.

15 minutes till show time. Another lonely guy buys the tickets to the same show i'm going to. Welcome to the club brother :D

Why is there a poster advertising a pre school at the movies?

Couple walks in, couple walks out. Didn't buy nuthin.

9 minutes till show time. Better get inside. Bye :)
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