[what's so golden about it?]

met jules for our monthly lunch & a movie. thankfully we got there in time to see in good company and managed to avoid hide and seek. in good company was excellent. touching, funny, and it had topher. his huge eyes, that face, his twitchiness. sigh, i’m such a little girl. i want to run to the drug store and buy every teen magazine i can find and then plaster my walls with pictures of topher. it’s sad really. both jules and i said that we could relate to the character topher played. she sympathized with being in the situation of coming into a job and replacing someone, and then having to turn around and slowly fire everyone that worked under her. and i just connected with his sense of being lost. how at 26 he was in a place where he just existed and didn’t really live. he wasn’t sure how he got to where he was, or why he was even there. he wasn’t happy, but he didn’t know what he wanted to do or how to even be happy.

when i was twenty i thought that i had plenty of time to screw around and just live for the moment instead of thinking long-term. the closer i get to thirty the more i realize that i’m in so many of the same situations i was in ten years ago. the only thing that has changed in all that time is my age. i feel like i want to do something different, but i’m not really even sure where to start. you can only put things off for so long before you eventually run out of time. and that's really been freaking me out lately.

after the movie jules picked the golden corral for “lunch”. my body is still recovering from the shock that was brought on by the whole experience. we walked in and the place was packed, 3pm on a sunday and it was packed. the lady at the front hurried us through her line and raped our wallets of $22. as we stood there in shock, trying to comprehend how everything worked, a man came over and rushed us to a tiny table in the back corner. we fought our way through the large crowd of people and made our way to the salad bar. i’ve never seen so much food just soaking in various forms of grease and oil. i informed jules that there was no way i could ever eat $11 worth of buffet food. we wondered how anyone could, but as she pointed out we were the only two there not wearing sweat pants. these people weren’t messing around about getting full. to say the place was ghetto is a disgrace to the word ghetto. as we sat there picking off of our plates everyone else around us kept jumping up to go back a third and fourth time. after the salad i settled on a piece of pizza and made my own chili cheese fries. jules pointed out that i ordered fries when we went to the amusement park in the fall. i told her i never really even eat them so it must be something that i feel the need to have whenever she’s around. she excused herself and made her way to the restroom. i sat there and wondered if i’d ever see her again or if she’d be gobbled up by the starving masses. she finally made it back to the table and told me that there was a line just to get into the restroom, and it was so dirty that even if i was dying she wouldn’t recommend going in. i guess these people were serious eaters, if there was a line for the bathroom i’m guess many of these people were camped out there for days. she looked up and said, “there are a lot of really big people here.” i nodded and said, “and i don’t think they were when they first walked in here.” we passed on dessert and decided to call it a day. oh well, at least the movie rocked.