I realized awhile back that what was intense dislike for Napoleon Dynamite became complete, all-encompassing hatred because of the audience at the theater when I saw it. I go to a movie theater that is in a more upscale suburb, and the entire theater was filled with smarmy little teenage ****s with their collars popped. *stab*
I just think it looks so smarmy and ridiculous. It's like they're aspiring to be James Spader in Pretty in Pink or something. It's laaaaaame.
Hee. Kriss Kross and backwards pants. I missed the bus (uhhh), I missed the bus, and that is somethin' I will nevah evah do again. My brother's favorite album at the time.
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