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And now, Saturday night.

The JETS gathered at my house — namely Ashley, Elizabeth, Marcelina, Christine, and Mackenzie — to see “Punch Drunk Love”. Hearing the title, I thought it was a foreign film, and I was therefore really excited about seeing it. Then my mom told me it starred Adam Sandler, one of my least favourite actors. I tried to convince everyone to see “Spirited Away” instead, but no avail. I ended up being pleasantly surprised, though, not just because the movie was better than I expected, but because of who I saw at the theatre: Carrie Johnson, my childhood best friend. She used to live across the street from me, but she moved away when I was 10 or so, and I hadn’t seen her since. It was amazing how little and how much she had changed!

Anyway, “Punch Drunk Love” was surprisingly indie and artistic, considering the past work of the lead actor. While definitely not one to earn a rank in my list of beloved favourite movies, it’s worth a watch. It will certainly hold a slight space in Ashley’s Innocence Box, however, as it’s the first rated-R movie she’s ever snuck in to. Good for her. There’s still some aspects of the movie I’m puzzled about, but I’m probably going to content myself with the possibility that perhaps they were trying to be as obscure and surreal as possible. Whatever floats their boat.

Afterwards, we went to IHOP for munchies. Nearly everyone ordered the International Club sandwich. Hurrah for originality. We realized that Chungy was the only one that could end up staying the night, so the potential sleepover was cancelled. We’d instead all meet at my house at 9:30 in the morning for community service. And that, my dears, is entry 2 of 3.