What passes for literature

So my friend Kelly and I were perusing the aisles of Barnes and Noble the other day before we went to see Mission Impossible III, when we cam across this "book" entitled "The Notebook Girls". Essentially four high school girls published notebook entries that normally would have been passed in class as notes. It even has a crappy diagram of the social structure of their elite high school (nothing new...your standard jocks, nerds etc.). Awesome. I still have some of my notes somewhere. My chem notes too. Maybe I can get them published. Because everyone will want to read about who has a crush on who and like all the inane feuds that like teenage girls get into with like other teenage girls. Like, who pays for this crap? Just go look through your junior high and high school yearbooks if you want to reminisce about those bygone days.

Which brings me to the other annoying moment of the week: annoying lady in the movie theater. As the green screen appears heralding my favorite part of the movie, the previews, a lady sitting nearby announces for the ENTIRE theater to hear, "Start the movie already!!! We've been sitting here for 45 minutes waiting." No, madam, you are an idiot for coming to the movie theater 45 minutes early, before "The Twenty" even starts. And this was only the beginning. Perhaps she had some sort of disorder but in any case I doubt she has ever had occasion to use her "6 inch" voice. As much as I like to comment on movies as I watch (in this case to say things like Philip Seymour Hoffman is one scary villain, or how Tom's on screen wife looks eerily similar to Katie Holmes), I don't believe anyone else besides my obliging friends (Katie when are you back in the bubble so we can go see some movies?) wants to hear. What would have turned this annoying moment into true entertainment was if someone had confronted her and told her to shut the hell up.