Last night/this morning, I went to the opening night showing of the Hunger Games... at 3:30 AM.
I went to bed at 9 the night before in preparation, and woke again around 1:45, raring to go.
I loaded myself up with rockstars and cheezits, and once I had an appropriately obscene amount of caffeine in my system, I went off with my friend Trey and his friend to Thanksgiving Point to see the IMAX movie in all of its beautiful, dramatic glory.
And let me tell you.... worth it.
Seriously. This movie is fetching fantastic. I laughed. I cried a wee bit. I gripped my companions in suspence.
It. Was. Amazing.
If you haven't seen the Hunger Games yet, go forth and do so ASAP.
Stop reading. Go and see it now.
I said stop.
Get your butt up and go buy a ticket.
You'll thank me later.
In other news, once you're on as much caffeine as me, you start to think you can talk to ducks. Just ask my Dad, he is witness to my self-imposed hilarity "under the influence" so to speak.
I'm planning on seeing The Hunger Games again within the near future. I recommend you all do the same, and then we can all pee our pants in companionate excitement.
That is all.