I'm glad I don't have an odometer on me. I've been going back and forth between Bmore and NYC so much lately that I think I've been spending more time on the turnpike than at either place. Moving out of the Bronx, back to maryland, into clinton hill, out of clinton hill, maybe/hopefully back to brooklyn eventually, constantly back and forth, it sucks. If I could see how many miles I've clocked in the last month it would make me want to hurl.
War of the Worlds coming out on friday, I can't wait to see Tom Cruise Kirk out when the aliens either squirt water in his face or suggest he take an advil for his headache. maybe Russell Crowe will make a cameo and go apeshit with a telephone and my roomate Rob will be in the background beating the shit out of Tony Danza. Maybe Chris Rock and Lil John will be there yelling "We live in the Club ... yeah!" over and over again.
Speaking of alien movies, I watched the end of Close Encounters of the Third Kind with my family last night. Or at least I tried to. I fell asleep during the climactic ending. I fell asleep on the couch, but the movie was so boring it would've put me to sleep in any position. I could be doing a headstand, running on a treadmill, fighting Stone Cold Steve Austin, or driving a bulldozer through a fancy restaraunt and that stupid movie would put me out like a light.