Scentless Apprentice

There should be a word to describe what happens when you're physically sickened and bored at the same time. It's occurred when I've done the following:

- looked at the Myspaces of people I actually know
- played a bad round of golf
- sat through The Hills Have Eyes

Regarding the latter, my companions seemed to imply that I couldn't have been too physically revolted as I was eating nachos and popcorn during the entire movie, but cannibalism and gore aren't going to dampen my appetite for either nachos or popcorn. (Jenn's Reese's Bites were good too.) The scariest thing about The Hills Have Eyes was the trailer for Silent Hill, which I've long maintained is scarier than any movie I've ever seen. Therefore, the film adaptation is bound to fall far short of my lofty expectations, and I'll probably think it fucking sucks, but I'm seeing it anyway. I might sneak in a burger for that one.

Speaking of which, don't think that I've forgotten:

It's been about two months and four days, and the cheeseburger not only looks the same, it's now mostly scentless. I don't know what it is, but it's not fucking food. I'm seriously never eating at McDonald's again. You fucking lied to us, Ronald McDonald.