Yeah man, Mr. and Mrs. Smith is an awesome movie. Lots of explosions and gunfire...and killing...the whole nine. When I saw the trailer for it, it looked like it would turn into some kind of crappy sappy movie, but it was surprisingly good. It was kind of a Splinter Cell/Rainbow Six stuff movie. Splinter Cell when what's his face is sneaking around there, and blowing stuff up and all that junk. Rainbow Six when they took on that whole crapload of SWAT officers. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, play Rainbow Six and Splinter Cell, then go see Mr. and Mrs. Smith right after. If you don't, you'll have no idea what the hell I'm talking about when I was rambling on up there. But I think I made a big mistake when I got a large Coke from MacDonalds on the way back. I'm going to be bouncing off the walls all friggin night when I finish that tank of a drink. Holy poo....so I've got lot's of energy and time to waste until 12:30, when my dad gets home. But there really should be two-seater bench seats in that damn theatre. Sitting there with Sabrina, while she was resting her head on my shoulder and cuddling and stuff, the damn armrest kept digging into my side, and my bicep started to hurt after a while too. But I got used to it, and the pain subsided after a while. Right about when the explosions started. It was awesome. But I had a good time. Well, my sugar-high has kinda faded for now...but there's lots more Coke for me to drink...lol. Well, I'm out for now. Later.