I went and saw Inglorious Basterds with two friends tonight. I was more looking forward to seeing my friends than the movie though as I'm not quite fond of Tarantino. I would even say all his movies after Pulp Fiction kinda sucked. Inglorious Basterds? Fucking awesome! There's more talk than action. Way more. But the conversations actually feel like they have meaning rather than the usual bullshit the characters spit at each other in any other film by Tarantino. Some parts were a bit dull and boring though, I can imagine this being the kind of movie you'll talk about for a long time, but when you rewatch it, you constantly skip ahead to the sweet parts. It would probably have turned out terrible if it weren't for some incredible actor performances.
Me and a friend even managed to guess how the whole thing would end, and boy what a finale it was! I COMMAND YOU TO GO WATCH IT!!

In other news, I had a terribly realistic dream last Friday, at least I believe it was a dream.
I was drifting in and out of sleep early Friday morning when suddenly someone spoke to me. I don't remember the words, but it ended with “Christian”, so it was definitely for my ears. I didn't recognize the man's voice, so I rolled over to face the entrance. My vision was all blurred as I'd been sleeping, but I could make out a man's face peeking inside, and it was definitely not someone I knew. He seemed alarmed when I noticed him however and disappeared almost immediately. If I ever was asleep, this is the point where I woke up. I was facing the doorway in the exact same angle, and couldn't tell if I had just opened my eyes or if they had been open the whole time. I called out, but none responded. I was alone.
It kinda freaked me out, but I don't believe in ghosts, even though I want to. And if there really was a man there who peeked into my bedroom, I guess all he wanted to do was wish me a happy birthday.

Now I better shut up and go to bed. I've got a long day ahead of me and won't be getting nearly enough sleep.