2 Comments to respond to

Rae: Uhh . . . what was confusing? The story? The play? My way of telling it? My response to your comment? And what was Eleanor confused about (if she said it in her French comment, read on)? The traffic, or my knowledge? I was being sarcastic about the traffic, and I was making fun of myself. Is it pathetic that this is your entertainment? Yes. Yes it is. But you're in good company. I have even more pathetic things as MY entertainment.

Eleanor: Je . . . don't even know enough French to say "I don't know much French." I'm learning, but I'm still in the early stages.

"Miss Jones, send a letter to the White House. Mr. President, watch out."

In case you were wondering, the above line is from the play I went to see last night. A full account of which will follow.

Nothing other than that really happened yesterday, so I'll skip straight to that.

I went with Emily, Beth, and Emily's mom, and we met Kyle and his dad at the theater. It was Riverside Youth Theater, I think, although I'm not sure. Anyway, Emily's boyfriend played J. Pierrepont Finch (F-I-N-C-H), who is the main character, so that's the main reason she was going, and she decided to invite a group of people to go, and we did.

Heh, I just realized that I never mentioned what the play was. It's How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying (hope that italics thing works here . . .) So that's what it was.

Anyway, me and Beth and Emily and her mom all met at Emily's house, then drove up to the theater. And you'll never guess what happened on the way up. I mean, never. It was just so . . . so . . . UNUSUAL that I can't believe it really happened. Yes. We got stuck in traffic. And here's the REALLY stupid thing: there was no reason for the backup at all. Allegedly there was an accident, but when we finally reached the end of the traffic jam, where it started to clear up, we were looking around, and we didn't see an accident, or road work, or ANYTHING but stupid people driving slowly. It was quite annoying. The best part of being stuck in traffic, though (if you can believe that there was a good part), was this truck next to us. They were roughly next to us for pretty much the whole thing, and they were funny. Obviously, they didn't really want to be there. and obviously they were really bored. There were two of them, both of them looked 16-18. They were just going totally crazy trying to entertain themselves. Like the driver one time just threw up his hands and shook them, and shook his head and went "bleaarghshighghghghghghgghghghgghgh" if you can imagine that sound. It was hilarious. The other guy did stuff like that, too, and they were doing it the whole time. It was great. And then, to make it even better, they really didn't know how to drive, so every time traffic would move forward, the truck would go "breeeeeeaw" (the sound of a lot of accelerating), and lurch very quickly forward, then "screeeeeee" (the sound of massive breaking) and stop. Sometimes it would lurch forward several times, going "breeaw screee breaw screeee breaw screee" and also you could hear the driver going "bleaaarghshighghghghgghghghghgghg" and their stereo blasting rock music at high volume, so it was like "DA NA DUN NA WLAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! DA NA DUN NA WLAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" All in all, it was very loud and very funny.

So finally we got out of the traffic jam, and we got to the theater about 5-10 minutes late, so we missed the very beginning of the play. But we were able to figure out what was going on pretty quickly. And it was hilarious. The story is that J. Pierrepont Finch (F-I-N-C-H, the main character, if you'll remember), who begins as a window-washer, gets this book, How to Succeed in Business, and he reads it and tries to climb the corporate ladder, "rung by painful rung," in the World Wide Wicket company. The story itself is pretty flat, but there's all kinds of funny stuff, so you don't really notice. And of course there's a romance between Ponty (J. Pierrepont Finch, F-I-N-C-H) and one of the secretaries. So that's kind of cheesy, but on the whole it's alright. And the play on the whole was fabulous. There were so many crazy things . . . like the book itself (which was a voice-over) was hilarious. Like this approximate quote from near the beginning: "You are now in the mail room. One thing you must keep in mind about the mail room: the mail room is a place out of which you must get."

So anyway, Ponty gets pretty much every promotion he wants when he wants it because of the techniques outlined in the book. And he excepts to go even faster than he's going: "I don't know, Rosemary, I feel like I'm not going anywhere. I mean, I don't even have my own office yet!" "Ponty, you've only worked here for two hours!" And by the end of his second day, Ponty has his office. And he just keeps going up and up and up until he gets to be Vice President of Advertising. The book: "By now, you are a Vice President. Congratulations. You are now in a very good position. Unless you are Vice President of Advertising. . . . There is one thing that can save you: you must get an idea. The best way to get a good idea is to steal someone else's." So of course Ponty does, and almost gets fired, but he hangs on by the skin of his teeth and makes it work. Then the idea doesn't work out, and catastrophe insues, and everyone blames him (although it really didn't seem to me that it was his fault). The book on his situation: "... If the catastrophe is your fault, we recommend that you review chapter 1 of this book: How to Apply for a Job." But Ponty goes and faces the head of the company, the head of Personell, and the Chairman of the Board, and he uses his awesome persuasive skills to his advantage: "[directed at the Chairman:] I realize you might want to fire us all, from Mr. Biggley all the way down to the mail room. But before you do that, I'd liket to say a few words." Chairman: "About what?" Ponty: "Humanity." Then they sing a big song, and in the end Ponty becomes Chairman of the board.

Meanwhile. Rosemary (his girlfriend) has been struggling with the fact that Ponty is putting his career before her, and that he's using the book. But in the end, she comes running up to him: "Ponty!" Ponty: "Rosemary! *hug* They made me the Chairman of the Board, I hope you don't mind." Rosemary: "Oh, Ponty, I don't care whether you're a window washer, or the Chairman of the board, or the President of the United States. I love you!" Ponty: *pauses and looks like he's getting an idea* "Say that again." Rosemary: *confused* "I love you." Ponty: "No, before that." Rosemary: "I don't care whether you're a window washer, or the Chairman of the board, or the President of the United States?" Ponty: *grins mischeviously* Mr. Biggely: [his boss] "Miss Jones, send a letter to the White House. Mr. President, watch out." And that's how it ends.

It was really good, and really funny. Especially since I knew the guy who played Ponty. It was really good.

So then I got home and went to bed at 11:30 (not too late for you college students, but to me, that's late for a Saturday night), and got up and went to Church, and now here I am. (I also messed around after we came back from Church, but I didn't think it was too worth mentioning.)

Now, to comments:

Stephen: ph, right? Not v? Anyway, yes, finals seem like a rather hectic time. And it's okay, I understand. At least you acknowledged my existence, that's more than some people do :P Yes, thank you for the books, my summer reading list doubled when I saw them . . . :) Sorry it's taking so long to read the other ones you gave me, they're kind of hard to get into since they aren't just one continuous (sp?) story.

Rae: Yeah . . . well, my dad has a PC, so I could just steal that, but I really don't know how to work it . . . :( I'll try that thing you were talking about . . . although I'm not sure if I fully understand it. But I think I do. And it's not like it's going to blow up my computer or anything if I'm wrong (I hope . . . ) Thanks for the help. I didn't follow most of the rest of it, but: Okay, thanks for the spelling tip; that's right, I forgot, sorry; Yay! I was right about something! We should have a celebration . . . it's just so unusual!!

I actually made it through a day without being here . . .

I was busy yesterday, my apologies to all of you who came here and were crushed when you saw there was nothing new. Although I did get two new comments. One of which I will answer, and then answer again in person most likely before AJ sees it here. So, a recap of yesterday:

Woke up, did school, same ol' same ol'. Then I went shopping for new clothes with mom (*immense sarcasm:* yippee! *end sarcasm*). And on the way home we stopped at Gamestop, and I bought Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones for GBA, which was the primary reason I wasn't here yesterday, because I was playing that all afternoon. Then we got pizza for dinner, which was good. Then I got a call from Emily, and she confirmed that a group of people are going to a play tonight . . . and I'll give more details later. Basically, after I've seen the play, so probably tomorrow after church. So then me and Dad went to pick AJ up from CSUF/Hope, because his school is over (but not mine . . . *sob*) for the summer. So we borrowed a pickup from a friend at church, and we drove up. So then we got there and started loading it up, and AJ's friend Doug was there (since half of my comments come from AJ's friends, I supposed it wouldn't hurt to mention him). And Doug is a packing genius. He actually managed to fit everything in, which was amazing, and then he and Dad spent probably 15 minutes figuring out how to secure it with ropes and blankets, which was quite amusing to watch (I don't know anything about that stuff, which is why I wasn't helping). So then AJ went to bid farewell to his dorm forever, then he went to bid farewell to his friends Rae and Eleanor for the summer (or longer in Eleanor's case, I think she's going to France soon . . . right?). So they came back with him, along with another girl who's name I can't remember . . . it began with a "C" . . . who knows. Maybe someone could help me out. So anyway, they came over and said "hi" to me and Dad, then said "bye" to me, Dad, and AJ, and then away we went.

So we had a long drive home, and we talked about various things, and AJ told us about twenty times how exausted (sp?) he was. And he had to go up to the mountains to play in a worship band with his friend Jeff this weekend, and he left like two minutes after we got home and unloaded everything. So then Dad went to bed and I stayed up for a while and played my new video game. Then I, too went to bed, and thus endeth Friday, May 27th 2005.

Nothing exciting has really happened today, other than my return to the internet after such a terribly long absence of one day.

Now, to comments:

AJ: you've been putting off for far too long? In what way? Anyway, Beth was in my speech class, she's the teacher's daughter. Yeah, that's pretty much all I can say about her in keeping her privacy protected . . . well, I could say more, but I won't because I don't feel like it, and I'm afraid to say anything about her, because you saw how she reacted last time (btw, Beth, I'm kidding) . . . and no, you most likely won't meet her.

Rae: Well, hey. It's a novelty, what can I say? By the way, do you have any ideas how I could get pictures on here without stealing a PC?

Don't really have anything to add, BUT . . .

I got a comment:

Mrs. Perry: So I was right in my guess of who you were, not like there was much doubt. After all, I do know all. But anyway, I would like you to know that I have never met a dog I didn't like (except for one but he was more like a wolf than a dog). And Cinder, of course, is no exception. After all, how can you not like (or at least feel sympathy for) a dog that has only two paws? It thaws my heart . . . and my stupid poetry. Anyway, it's true that you haven't turned my grade in yet, but I can think of it this way: if I fail, then I get to take the class again. And I get to flatter you some more with that assessment of the situation.

Okay . . . that was the most disturbing thing I've ever seen . . .

Yeah, any of you watch the Alias Season Finale last night? Distuuuuurbing . . . I'm sure if Beth and Mrs. Perry come here again they'll have seen it . . . At least I'm assuming that's who "Speech Teacher" was, I don't really know but that's my guess. But yeah. Here's a quick recap of why it was so disturbing:

Okay, first we have to go back to the last episode, in which these two people (the bad guys) made this device. This device emitted a sub-sonic pitch. And they also put nectar from a supposedly extinct flower into the entire world's drinking water. The connection? When people who have drank this nectar "hear" this sub-sonic pitch, they basically become mindless monsters whose only aim in life is to kill everything near them. Pretty cheerful all around.

So anyway, the entire world has drunken this nectar, and the two bad people are just waiting for a Russian air raid that's coming (I don't think I mentioned they were in Russia, but they are), and when that comes, the raid will blow up the device and somehow (it wasn't too clear) broadcast this sound over the whole world, thus plunging it into total chaos as everyone becomes a mindless killing machine.

So the main characters are going in to stop it. Their goal is to destroy the device (in a way that won't broadcast the sound), kill the bad guys and get out. Preferably without being destroyed first by all the people in the city who have already become mindless monsters. So they're walking through town, destroying these monster people, and trying to reach the device. It's just spooky for a while, but then you actually get to see the monsters, and then it just gets downright disturbing as well as spooky. AND, on top of it all, one of the main characters is injected with the nectar, so since she's right near the device she becomes one of the creepy killing people. So the skin around her eyes is all black, and her pupils disappear and she tries to kill everyone. So yeah. It's freaky.

So yes. That's what I did last night. Then I had to go to bed, and then today I had school. So I did that. Then I got my email. Then I went and spent like three hours constructing the first stages of a LEGO castle . . . something I haven't done in YEARS. But it's really cool because I'm smarter now (I know all, according to some people . . . ), so I can come up with cool things the castle can do and have in it, and I can figure out how to make them work. So I was up in my room for like four hours straight, just building this huge tower that isn't quite finished yet . . . but still. It was fun. Reconnecting with my younger days.

And I come back here, and I have lots of comments I haven't seen! Yay! And I discovered that Beth and Mrs. Perry apparently both have accounts here, so they both came on here . . . and contradicted things that I said. Which was kind of funny. But I shall adress that in a moment, for it is now time for my comment-reply section.

Starting with the most recent new comment:

Rae: Yeah, well I stopped glaring at him when he came and posted a comment. But . . . what exactly did he give you hookups for? Kidnapping . . . this person that you intend to kidnap? Or are you speaking of his advertising this blog you see before you at the Train Station? (and I'm not as stupid as I sounded there, I know who the kidnapee [unless there is no such word] is)

Mrs. Perry (I think): I know, I know. Cinder is awesome. I was just tired and grumpy from a long day and the knowledge that it wasn't over yet . . . not that I was unhappy about the speech class or anything (honestly).

Beth: Yes, I know she told you, but that was AFTER you'd gotten hit and said, "Oh, well that's okay then, that didn't hurt." And do you know WHY my arm was red, black, and blue while yours was still white? It's because you AREN'T as blond as you look, and so you actually did the intelligent thing and stopped playing. Me and Sarah, on the other hand, both ARE as stupid as we look (well, at least I am, Sarah is probably stupider than she looks . . . *waits for the inevitable slap from Sarah*), so we didn't do the intelligent thing and we kept playing. Oh, and sorry if I sounded mean, making you look like a total blond to people you don't know, I didn't mean to do that. Well, appearance wise, you are a total blond, but . . . well, I'm sure you get my point.

Thank you all for commenting! Yay!

::collapses into a chair and sighs with relief::

It's over!!!! Family Fun Night has passed and shall go down in history a success!!

Actually, it was relatively painless, other than my extreme nervouness (sp?) right before giving my first speech . . . it was like 7 minutes long, a short biography speech of Mark Twain. I almost wrenched the top of the music stand off, I was gripping it so hard . . . nervousness (sp? again) stinks, doesn't it? At least I'm not as bad as Sarah . . . she told me that when she gets nervous, she yawns a lot. Which isn't really the most helpful thing when you're trying to give a speech . . .

I use ". . ." too much, I think. Just a random observation.

Okay, back to topic. Everyone did really well, except that Matt lost his place once, but it wasn't that bad really. And then of course we had cookies and crackers afterwards, and got to collapse on the Durgin's VERY comfortable couch. I think it was the same couch I wanted Mom to buy a long time ago, but she never did because dog hair and leather don't go together very well. And then we were just about to play BS, but then we had to go because Mom was blocking the Cox's car.

And one other thing happened today: I was signed up (by my parents with my consent) for a Debate "Boot Camp" this summer. It basically teaches the members the ropes of debating and prepares us for competition debates. Sounded like fun. So, if Sarah is reading this: SIGN UP!!!!!!!!

So yes. And now to comments:

Geoff: (sp?) Thanks a lot!! Although I don't know who you are, thanks anyway!

One more thing . . .

Anyone know why my sidebar is suddenly at the bottom? Anyone know how to fix it?

Oops . . .

I kind of messed this up, whoops. For some reason the sidebar disappeared . . . hope that fixes itself, because I don't know how. And also I got another comment (yay :D!!), so I'm going to reply to that . . .

Eleanor: Firstly . . . I hope I spelled your name right, I'm bad at that sort of thing. Secondly, thank you! You're cool, too . . . at least you seemed cool, I only met you once, but I'm sure you are. Anyone who calls me cool, after all, must be cool. j/k :P but I'm sure you're cool.

::sigh:: Busy Day . . .

Yes, AJ, I used :: signify action, because this is stupid and doesn't use * correctly when I wanted it to.

YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! I ACTUALLY GOT A COMMENT!!!!!! WOOT!!!!!!

Oh, by the way, for all of those of you who aren't blogger members, you can still post comments, because I used my cool settings bar to make it so. So you can post stuff here even if you aren't a member. So, basically, post stuff here. Or I will hunt you down. But no pressure.

So anyway, today has been and is still and will continue to be the busiest day I've had in a while. First, I had to get up. Isn't that just awful?? AND I had to exercise. And THEN I had school. A good amount of it. And as if that wasn't enough, I had a speech class this afternoon. I always have them on Wednesdays. But this is the last one, so yeah. And because it was the last one, it was especially long. Rather than 1-3 (two hours), it was 12:30-3:30 (3 hours). And it was basically just sitting and listening to other people talk and then getting your fifteen minutes of fame and then listening to people talk again and then getting your remaining two or three minutes of fame, and then sitting there listening to people talk again. For three hours. And I'd heard all the speeches before, so it wasn't even that interesting. I mean, they're good speeches, but when you've heard them many many times they lose some of their charm. So yeah. 3 hours of that, and I was also the timekeeper (we were rehearsing for — well, more on that later), so I had to be on my toes to stop and start the watch whenever things happened . . . and the Perry's blasted dog is running and jumping and wanting his ball or bone thrown so he can fetch. All in all, it gets boring after a while.

I like speech class and all, I'm just saying that it was loooooooong today.

Okay, so now speech class is over. And so, you would think, is my busy day. But no. Today is the last day of speech class. So we have our big final thing tonight, where all the parents come to hear some of our better speeches. And it's called (get this) "Family Fun Night," in that it's fun for our families, but not for us. We all give 2 speeches (unless you're Beth or Matt, who are CHEATING!!! and only doing one), which are our best speeches (or Mrs. Perry's favorite) and we talk and our families listen and silently make fun of us and make us feel even worse about being there than we already did. Basically, it's a time of torture. So I still have that to do.

And not only is it torture in that way, but we have to dress up. In long pants, long sleeves, and ties (for the guys). In THIS weather. It's like 90 degees . . . . GAAAAAA!!!!!! And not only that, but I still have to practice my speeches several times . . . . please excuse me while I freak out.

[there used to be nonsense here, it was edited out to fix my sidebar]

Thank you. Anyway, after Family "Fun" Night, I come back and collapse, and watch the Alias season finale, in which we will probably see someone else die, as usual *sigh*

So anyway, it's time to have my first section of comment responses, since I actually got a comment yesterday.

AJ: Thank you for coming! I appreciate it . . . I told several other people to come on pain of being hunted down, but they haven't posted comments . . . Speaking of which, I did enable that anonymous comment thing. Actually, I enabled it before I even got your comment so Seth and Rachel can comment, not that they did anyway >:-O
In response to your saying I'm a good writer, thank you. I've been told I should be a writer . . . I've been told I'm a good poet, too. Remember that poem I wrote for Megan? Yeah. Ken read that and told me I was a good poet. So yeah. Thanks.
Yes. Yoda rocks the world.
Thanks again for commenting!
In response to the PS: Yeah . . . I picked this one because of the name, I didn't know that was the Train Station's until afterwards. But I like the top of it, I think the quote works quite well where it is, that's like my favorite part of the blog. And you're welcome. I would've linked to your blog, too, but you don't have one so that's kind of impossible.

So, in closing, comment or be hunted . . . *makes distorted creepy maniacish killer face*

edited: I shortened the gibberish rant because it was messing up the blog, and then I eliminated it for the same reason.

Life Skills

Have any of you (and by that I mean the 0 people who are looking at this *glares at AJ*) ever . . . . wow, I just completely lost my train of thought. How sad.

Anyway, you'll notice that the title of this post is "Life Skills." I tried (and pretty much failed) to learn one of those today, after my last post. It's something all guys go through at one point in their life, you girls are lucky you don't have to deal with it . . . every guy hates it, but has to go through it none the less . . . *sigh*

Now that I either have you waiting with bated breath for me to tell you what it is, or possibly just have you thinking "what the heck is he talking about??", I suppose I should. It is *drum roll please . . . . . babababababadadadadadadudududududududumdumdudmdum* tying a tie. Yep. It's harder than it looks at first . . . I'm sure AJ can confirm that. Or could, if he ever came here *glares at him again*. Then again, it doesn't matter because no one else does, either *glares at everybody*

So yeah. It's not fun. Basically I ended up with Dad tying my tie for tomorrow because I couldn't get it quite right :( But I guess that's okay. Sooner or later I'll get it . . . I think I can I think I can . . .

Day 2 of My Life as a Blogger

Well, it's Tuesday now. Just in case you didn't know.

Today I had an overload of schoolwork (>:-o), and I got soooo sick of reading . . . *sigh* It was made even worse by the fact that dance was moved to today because the Pelevs are going to Bulgaria on Thursday, so they didn't want a class at their house right before leaving, which is understandable.

Wow, I just realized that it's taken me almost 20 minutes to get this far. That's just pathetic. It's hard to write stuff here when I'm talking to two people via AIM . . . oh, well. Whatever.

So anyway, aside from the fact that it made my schoolday worse, dance was cool. We had the largest class we've had in four years because David started coming again (for those of you who know him, you might find this funny: He's in the ballet class as well as the jazz & tap!!!!! It's great.) And Beth also came today, so we had like 7 people.

I just realized that most people who are reading this (if any people are) probably don't even know about the dance class. Well, it's a homeschool dance class taught by Katrina, consisting of me, Dimyana and Tracy (it's at their house), Rachael, Sarah, David sometimes, and Beth sometimes. It has a Jazz & tap class, and a ballet class. It happens weekly, often on Thursdays, but we're switching to Mondays for the summer.

So anyway, we had dance as usual. With our usual pointless conversations . . . have you ever had a conversation about why the air in Canada is so clean? I have. Twice. Other than that, I don't think there were any really interesting discussions this week . . . unless you count Sarah describing part of a song as "the ghigi-biba-shiga thing," which was quite funny. It was even more funny considering I actually knew what she was talking about.

So that's probably it . . . I don't think anything else really happened today. So that's pretty much that.

Edit: editing out last names again

Episode III

Hey, remember how I told you I'd bring my description of my adventure going to Episode III? Well, I did, and here it is. It was written on Friday, May 20th at sometime PM. That's why it says that it's Friday night, when in actuality it's Monday night right now. So here it is, the great "Exploits of Darthy involving the origin of Vader:"

It's Friday night, my favorite time to be online! Yay! Well, for those of you who don't know, and for those of you who are poor pathetic souls, I went to see Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith yesterday morning with Sarah, David, John and their mom (if you don't know who they are, ask me) and Beth (I'm sure you don't know who she is, ask me if you want to know). And, of course, it was awesome. I mean, who knew that Hayden could act?? And it actually had a story to go with those awesome special effects . . . and of course nothing beats watching Yoda slam two Imperial Guards into the wall by barely moving his hands. Oh yeah. I only have one real discrepincy (look it up, Preston — although I'm not sure if it's spelled right) with it: Padme . . . well, I won't ruin it. But something happens with her that doesn't make sense with the original three films . . . but other than that minor detail the movie was awesome.

That's pretty much the only exciting thing that happened to me over the last few days . . . but hey. Life goes on, even if excitement doesn't.

Oh, yeah, I guess I should tell you about the waiting in line. We got there at 7:15 (yes, AM, we went to the second showing at 9:30 AM). Which means that I got up before 6, something never seen before and most likely that will never be seen again. So anyway we got there and Mrs. Christison dropped me and Sarah off to get in the line, and they went and parked and came back and found us. So then everyone started reading, and I leaned up against the wall and thought deeply about how tired I was and how I wanted to sleep. So after like a half an hour Sarah looks up at me and says "Do you like have something against sitting down?" So I told her I liked being above everyone. So she shrugged and went back to her book. Well, actually my book, I lent it to her months ago . . . but that's another story. Anyway, like another half an hour later, she, David, and Beth decided to play poker and invited me to play, so I said "sure why not" and we did, and I sat down to play and she commented that they got me to sit down. And I said yeah, looked around me, and Sarah said "Well, actually, you're still above everyone . . . " which was true, because as we all know Christisons are short by nature, and Beth isn't quite as tall as me. So that was cool.

So after playing poker for a while (in which David cheated every single hand and still managed to lose), we decided to play Rock Paper Scissors Lifehouse style (for those of you who aren't lifehousers, ask me what it means, I don't feel like explaining right now). So David wasn't allowed to play because he's not allowed to bleed or something like that (don't get too freaked out, trust me). And Beth didn't want to, but Sarah talked her into it so we started playing and it took about ten minutes after the first round for Beth to put out her arm . . . but then Sarah missed and all was well because Beth didn't know she'd missed, so she thought all of them were that soft . . . heeheehee, that was fun. So anyway, Sarah hits harder than one would expect, so I have an arm that looks like it was pierced with needles . . . but it'll be better in a few days. And she doesn't hurt as much as Melody (thank goodness . . . never EVER play Melody, especially if she's holding licorice . . . *shudder*). So then David gave me a really disturbing story to read called "Harrison Bergeron" which was about crazy stuff and made me happy I don't live in the future. And then they finally opened the gates and let the teeming throngs in.

Final score: Lightsabers 4, Costumes 0

And of course there were previews . . . there was this one movie called "Stealth" which looked pretty cool, it's about this robot that goes wild . . . and then "The Fantastik 4" which also looked good . . . and then (the highlight of the previews) Lion witch. That looks awesome, I already can't wait to see it . . . Aslan actually looks like a lion! Not like a guy in a fur costume like at lifehouse! I couldn't believe it.

Anyway, I now want to see Episode III again. So if you're going, invite me. If you don't, I will hunt you down . . . or set some troops on you and order them to activate "code 66."


So there you have it.

Edited: I'm editing out the last names of everyone to protect the privacy of my friends (at their request)

I am now a blogger

Yay for me!

For the 0 of you who bothered to look at my old myspace blog, you can know that I have officially given that up to come here. But this will be better anyway, because AJ says this is a better site. I shall copy my description of going to see Episode III into this blog, because it was an awesome destription that needs to be seen by the masses. So since the masses have never and will never go to my myspace blog, I'm going to put it here, where it can get ignored by people rather than not being seen at all. Of course, probably no one will come here either, but hey. Hoping never hurt anyone. Well, okay, maybe it did. But oh well.

So yeah. I'll bring over my description of going to Episode III, and you can all gawk at my writing ability, and then . . . yeah.

As with my myspace blog, I'm trying to figure out pictures (well, I figured them out but the internet isn't letting me download the thing because it's stupid). Sooner or later one will suddenly appear, and you can gawk at my picture-posting ability.

So my description of Episode III is forthcoming (probably sometime tonight), as (hopefully) are the pictures.