by: Jeff Lagasse

  9:30 a.m. I peel myself from bed with a spatula and stumble over to the kitchen table, where the paper sits waiting to be read. I flip to Entertainment to check out showtimes for the movies at Hoyts. My Pop-Tarts are so old they taste like a wet sock, but I hardly notice. I'm excited.
  Noon. With another meal comes another milestone in my moviegoing saga: I call a
friend to go see the movie with. The only people who go to the movies alone are bus
drivers and people who go to work for fifteen hours in a small dark room.
  3:30 p.m. With a lot of time on my hands (time that could be killed doing homework, but come on, let's be serious), I go online and start reading reviews about the movie I want to see. I figure I'll spend my afternoon completely ruining the movie experience by immersing myself in every possible aspect of its effect on pop culture.
  5:30 p.m. Another meal, but no movie