Paranormal Activity 2, Awkward Moments, and My Birthday.

I feel like I shouldn't be posting about my birthday until its over, and I still have many hours to go but I don't really care, I feel the need to post a blog entry.

I went to see Paranormal Activity 2 on Friday. I like horror movies, but I am by no means a "buff" on the subject. That being said I only have one thing to say about Paranormal Activity 2: "wtf?"

I went into this movie not really expecting much, I came out slightly satisfied, but not really. I must say the entire thing felt entirely contrived, at one point one of the characters is sitting around looking for answers to their haunting on the internet. If you're being haunted by some indescribable evil, I really really doubt any helpful information is going to be on the internet. And yet, that's where the majority of the plot's "explanation" came from...the internet....

Perhaps it's a reflection on our generations obsession with information found on the internet. Or maybe I'm being pretentious. Whatever.

On to more important things, namely: my birthday.

I had actually forgotten that today was going to be my birthday until last night when I was talking to my mom on the phone, which I feel helps portray exactly how much I care about birthdays. I feel that after you start getting money for your birthday instead of presents it's time to stop caring about your birthday, at least until you turn 21.

I think my ambivalence towards birthdays comes from my father's bitterness about birthdays combined with general teen angst. Here's an actual conversation I had with my dad a few days before his birthday.

Me: "What do you want for your birthday?"

Papa: "Nothing."

Me: "Papa, I'm not going to get you nothing, what do you want?"

Papa: "Nothing."

Me: "Ok...what do you need?"

Papa: "Nothing."

Me: "..."

Papa: "If you get me a gift I'll get mad."

Me: "...I'm still getting you a cake."

Papa: "Pfft" (Very Frenchly)

Keep in mind that everything my father says has to be read in a very gruff voice with a heavy french accent, otherwise the true power of the words isn't conveyed.


Also, something very awkward happened to me today. My roommate decided to bring his parents into the room when I was um...let's say...not fully clothed. I quickly robed myself and proceeded to crawl into my bed a furiously text everybody that I knew to appear like I was preoccupied, and not terrified that they had seen something. So awkward.

Blah.