ApocalypsePrincess

The Davinci Code and Sushi

Does anybody else feel like eating sushi when they read the Davinci Code?

I recently finished reading the Davinci Code, by whatshisface, and after finishing, I really felt the need to eat salty dead raw fish. Does anyone else get this sensation? Food paired with books. Like Little Princess to tea and biscuts, or maybe those nice butter cookies with the jam in the middle. Rasberry, of course. Naturally, good chap, old bean, etc. Or Inu-Yasha to tacos, or nachos? Or Harry Potter to pizza and popcorn? No one else gets this?

Tidbit:

I've actually heard that there is a mental thingy when you associate two things together, for instance, grass to the smell of cookies, or being angry to eating turkey, or a person's name to a color, like red. Wouldn't that be fun? It would be like living in a metaphor, or a conceit or something. And writing poetry would be really easy because metaphors would come so easily! I have to write a poem. I suck at them. Blahdy blahdy blah, rhyme rhyme, image image. Who cares? Just write full sentences, damn you poets!!! Poets are just... special people. Like that guy who wrote Alice in Wonderland. You have to wonder whether they were on crack at the time. (And actually, he was.)

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Back in 18 Days

Private school rocks.

Let's clarify something. I am a catholic school girl. And before you get any ideas, boys, I will not come to your house in a plaid mini skirt and spank you with a ruler.

Spanking aside, private school can really rock sometimes. Most times, in fact. It generally means that you can be a snot, actually expected of you sometimes. Also, the major perks are the hols. Now, we don't get Jewish hols off, for obvious reasons, but we get fantastic breaks. 6 days for Turkeyday, 18 for Decemberween. In fact, this passing friday, the 15th, I was out of school. and my last class was on the thursday before. So I haven't had to do any work since aproximately 12-00 thursday. Friday is devoted to x-ies and singing and movies and more x-ies and free food and other things like ornaments and xmas spirit and all good hyper things. My friends exchange x-ies and so today I spent the majority of the afternoon dancing around in the black light that I had recieved from Puffz, putting on make-up from Bali, who needs a new nickname, and eating massive loads of hot chocolate, courtesy of Bria. I also spent it in lots of stripes, because moody stripes are my thing. No seriously. Hot chocolate and moody stripes. And a bunch of other shit that I will not talk about right now.

Anyways, I am out on break, and it is h e a v e n

well, I guess that's really all I wanted to do. that and figure out why avvies don't work on my lappy deary

For the xmas spirit

Pimp Your Xmas Tree
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RIP, my friend with much valor

Valator... I'll miss you.
Mr. Fox will never be the same.

--Mr. Fox has temporarily lost her wInGs--

BANG

I plan to go out with a bang... and a BOOM

Although when I plan to go out, and how, I don't really know. Whether I'm talking about my death, my highschool graduation, my breakfast. Who really knows in the long term

0.0

Wow. Deepness...

I have officially freaked myself out. Must go hide in corner and think about what I've done.

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Oh shit

Ever have one of those days when everything is going fine and then something happens to reduce you to saying oh shit over and over and over again? And that is all you can do to keep your world under control? I just had one of those moments. Whenever these happen to me, I feel like a bubble girl only a germ has just invaded. And I must move into a new bubble, which is sleek and modern and updated but not quite as homey as the old one. And I miss the old bubble, which has gone down to the dump to be smashed to bits. I'll miss it. We had a good run, bubble. I'll never forget you.

Me: where is my bubble?

XX: it seems that in your anger you killed it.

Me: Noooooooooooooooo!

XX: We'll get you a new bubble, a better bubble.

Me: Leave me to die in peace....

Okay, so I broke from star wars. Big deal. Who cares? Not I. I just wanted to talk about those oh shit moments. You know. Everyone has them. And when you do, just use all of your pent up anger inside you and go do something illegal: Get high, do graffiti, break things, disturb the peace. I mean, don't do drugs, kid. Drugs are bad. Squeeze Mr. Let-our-your-anger and be happy. Here, have some candy. Please don't hurt me. Please! I've got a wife and two kids! >.<

Hokay. I really don't know where I'm going with this... I guess I'd better stop. But, I'll miss you bubble.

Bubble oh'six--I'll never forget you.

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Just another Fantasy book

((partial credit to Allegria for the idea. =D The best part is I can't be a copycat if I give her some credit. But maybe I'll make this font kind of small....))

Think about it. Although fantasy books have different characters, settings, etc, most of your run of the mill fantasy books follow the same plot line. So, if you want to write a national best seller and not be totally caught by the law, let's lay down a few guidelines.

1. Main character. Hmm, a real tricky one, this question is. Let's go for the average annoying tween anywhere between the ages of 11-13 and a girl. And buhh, of course she's pretty, dumbass. Now, let's make her have a bit of a surprisingly elusive past which is never mentioned in detail because the author is lazy. Oh yes, key element: MAGIC POWERS. She has some kind of strange, mystical power, which she doesn't know about until she turns 11 and is accepted to hogwarts... I mean... ::cough::

2. Opening scene. You have 2 generic options. Straying from this would be actually writing a good book, which is bad. Because who would actually want something new and original? Nobody, that's who. Stick to the formula, bucko.

a. Surprise! It's her birthday. And everyone else is asleep. And it just so happens that it is midnight. And of course, because our girl is so special, she was born at midnight. And so she makes a wish, and falls asleep. I think you get the idea.

b. You guessed it. Our little star is a runaway. Because, no, a perfect life just doesn't suit her, and she's off to go masquerade as a boy and join the army, or some other thing. You know, the start of a "big adventure" or some other crap. This is best in a medival setting. There is a possibility for one of those "swtich places with identical twin" thing but that is rare.

3. So, let's move onto where the story gets... "interesting." Some strange charracter arrives on the scene, most definately with a good reason and smooth transition. Laughs. Ahh, I crack myself up. Yeah right, good reason. Bwaharharharharhar... okay, done now. Anyways, so they whisk girl away, where she is off to train/hone her magical powers with the other magically gifted/special people. But, here's the kick, for some STRANGE, ODD reason, she just doesn't fit in, because the other magical people are complete snobs, and she is just too perfect to be accepted with them. So, now our heroine is sad and lonely, and begins to doubt her magical abilites. Oh no. Because of her lack of self confidence, her magical powers begin to fade and she isn't useful. So, because this girl is so special and needs extra care, she goes to the *e*t*r*a s*p*e*c*i*a*l* place, and placed in the care of those who know how to deal with the really special people. Anyways, here, the girl runs into trouble. None of the extra special people are getting along, because they are all so different. For instance, if our girl is blonde, blue eyed, and white, then obviously the other special people consist of a dark, tan, handsome, no ethnicity boy (love interest), an asian person, and a black person. You know, gotta appeal to everyone.

4. Magic Powers: Okay, some people go for elemental magic. So, since we have a little fourseome here, obivously, we're thinking Water, Fire, Earth, Air, right? Wrong.

Asian Chick- Her power is obscure and not very useful. Like healing. In theory, it's useful, but since this is a general fantasy book, the bad guys don't want to kill the cute little kids, for reasons unknown and unexplained. Anyways, of course, while the asain chick heals, she must also use some type of mystical card deck and yell weird things. Like "Healer's mystic circle!" or "Prayer of Hauikiyoko!" or some such thing.
Black chick- Her power is useful but boring, because we can't let a sidekick hog the spotlight, can we?So let's give her power over rocks. Big, boring, not much fun to describe. Perfect.
Lover boy- Lover boy has to have a cool power. Like magic tricks or mind power. And nice hair. That's a good bonus too. So let's just make him a pyshic.(sp, sorry) Bends spoons and that sort of thing. Sleight of hand on the side, becaues you've gotta have a theif in there somewhere.
*heroine*- Alright, so the hero's gotta have the best power, right? Wrong. The heroine doesn't actually have any cool power at all. This is the big "surprise". she doesn't have anything cool, she just has cool friends and some kind of strange mystical object, that only SHE can weild.Kind of like Sailor Moon. Sure, everyone else can throw fire and water and lightning, but they can't hold a little fairy wand that just magically makes the bad guys go away. Too bad.

5. Bad Guys. This brings me to my next point. The bad guys are are obviously bad, evil, scary people. And they threaten all the good people constantly. And if the bad guys win, something really, really bad will happen, but we can't say what, or the world will implode. And when the bad guys actually get their hands on the good guys, no, they don't kill them, they hold them captive for the sole purpose of leaving them alone to get away. No, we can't harm the children. Duh. Because that wouldn't be cool. We have to sneak around and just hold them captive, and maybe hit on the heroine, who will rehject us entirely. But then we are doomed to failure, so in the long run, it doesn't matter what the bad guys do, as long as they are gone in the end.

6: Ending. If the fantasy book you are reading has one, without an epilouge, it is not bad for your IQ and I am worried that you will get too smart. Of course we need an epilouge, because you have to leave off after they have just finished an epic battle of a lifetime that has saved humanity. And loverboy and heroine have begun to fall in love. And then we need to go to the epilouge, say they all lived happily ever after in less than a paragraph, and then finish. The End.

7. Or not. This is the little blurb at the end. The "About the Author." Before you are trying to determine if a book is a junky fantasy novel or not, here is a great place to look. They should live in some obscure place, have grown up kids, a happy life, and CATS. Cats are key. Because if they don't have cats, or they aren't a cat lady, you have the danger of reading something that might be possibly entertaining. but if the family cat is mentioned in the "About the Author" you can forget about it. Yup. A cat is a garunteed "this book will suck". Basically like a seal of approval.

Well, that's all there is, folks. See you next time.

About the Author.

Apocalypse Princess lives on long beach with her husband of 29 years and 2 grown kids, and her cat "Mookie."

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Not Michelle Branch again!!!

I know that there is something wrong with me everytime I willingly push the play button on the Michelle Branch playlist on itunes.

I never know just what goes on in my that makes me want to listen to happy-happy-let's-go-pray-pure-catholic soft pop. Really, it makes me want to scream and pull my hair out, so I wonder why I am not going bald. It's 4:06 on a rainy afternoon and dark and quiet and I have "Everywhere" and "Goodbye to You" going through my head. Why? Why why why why must I torture myself endlessly? If hell exists, that is certainly where I am going to go when I die. And I know precisely what my personal hell would be if I was to be tortured for the rest of eternity. It would smell of way too strong pear-apple hand lotion and play Michelle Branch and Disney singers like Hillary Duff, the Cheetah Girls, etc, in and endless loop. Cruel, isn't it? Yes, maybe that's too rough. Because, in retrospect, I haven't been that bad. I mean, sure, I killed... I mean, umm, nevermind... : why me???

Never get into a fight with an ugly person, they have nothing to lose.

That aside, let's talk about something more pleasant. Like... umm... smiley faces. Smiley faces are NICE . And yes, I did just find the smiley face button.

Alright, I am going to use colors and smiley faces to try and express myself in a basic blogging-ness. I shall write a normal letter. This'll be fun. Normally I would not even consider such a thing, but, you know, Michelle Branch seriously effects my brain. And yes, I AM happy now. So shut up.

Sorry for that. Let's just go on to the letter. Onwards!

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Dear Apocalypse Princess.

How are you? I am very today. But yesterday I was and because I was . Then today I had this great , and I went out to send you this . I am that you will not recieve it until some days later, but I was at the person I saw while walking around on saturday. Well, I can't think of any more 's to use, isn't that ? It's quite on my part. I am so sorry to waste your time with this . Hope that you are soon in because I you.

Some creepy person

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Can you guess what some of the things meant? Oh really? You think you're that smart. Well, you probably are, because if you didn't get that, I'm surprised that you can read. Or maybe you can't and you were just looking at the little pretty emotion things. Whatever, I don't care.

Finally! I have gotten to the last song on the play list! I can shut it off and play something good and become normal again! Ahh, relief, relief! My ears! They will not rot and fall off from the wholesome Christian message-y goodness! Let's reach for some slammy-on-my-guitar-y german music and drown out that bad ::shivers:: Michelle Branch.

Du... Du Hast!

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I'm Sick I swear cough cough

I always wish that I could stay home sick the maxiumum number of days before they tell me I need to stay back and repeat a year. Just one day before that number, that's how many days I wish I could stay home a year. And I wish I knew how many days that was, so that I could know the days and plan accordingly. Anyways, since I assume no one knows that particular number of days for my particular school, or theirs either, let me give you some helpful hints on how to succesfully fake sick to the parental unit. They work for me. Look at me, I'm here at home, on my laptop, while the rest of my family went out to dinner at a family friend's house. So, follow these tips and hopefully everything will work out fine.

How to stay out of School

-The night before: Remember, planning ahead is key. The night before you are planning to fake sick, complain of being tired. Eat less than you normally do, and yawn once or twice. If your parents let you, leave some homework undone and say that you will do it tommorrow morning. Go to your room, wet your hair, and use your lightest blanket. If possible, stay awake until late at night, say 1 or 2 in the morning. Go wake a parent and say you feel really sick, could you have something (headache medicine or something works best).
-The next morning: Sleep in!!! If you have an alarm clock, put it on really quiet, and try and actually sleep. For most of us, this shouldn't be hard. Keep sleeping (fake sleeping is bad) until someone has to come wake you up the next morning. When they do, say you were up all night from the medicine, and give some symptoms.
-Symptoms: alright, you guessed it. This is where we talk about how to set up your symptoms. This is another key step, because you have to hit that right number of vauge, mildly irritating symptoms that do not merit a trip to the doctors. Sore throat, stomach, and headache work well. Tired and aches and pains are good too. But remember: don't combine all of these in a mystery illness. Throat and head work well together, but not throat and stomach. If you followed my advice and kept your hair wet and your body cold, you might actually have the sniffles or a real cough, which is very convincing.
-The crucial period: Okay, this is where everything comes into play. If you normally have breakfast, insist that youi are not hungry, or that your stomach is queasy, and you don't feel like eating. Make sure you say this to the good cop, not the bad one. You know, the nice parent. Mention that some people are sick at school. Keep acting tired and sick. With any luck, your parent will now be considering to let you stay home. It's best if your parents bring up the suggestion of you not going. Don't overdo the school talk, but if you possibly mention that you have gym or PE or sports or something today, that might sway the verdict.
Home sweet home: Okay, so by now, you should have the consent to stay home. If you don't, just go back to your bed and fall asleep. The sympathy card should work for you, if you haven't been too obnoxious. So now, let's talk about the day you're going to be spending at home. Remember, you've gotta keep acting sick. This is very, very important! If your parents think you are faking, then they will be harder to fool. So, let's just give you some tips.
Tips for keeping up that sick look
-2 words: make up. A little eyeliner smudged beneath your eyes gives you dark circles, but don't go overboard. Also, if you normally put some on, keep it off.
-sick people are cold: you gotta imitate that. Blankets, pjs, slippers, etc. Don't make yourself sweat, but being a bit flushed is okay. Or keep 2 light blankets on your body, and the others arranged around you to be pulled over your cold, sick body at any moment.
-tea is a sick person drink. that is a fact. You can drink it when you're normal, but its a drink that says "i'm sick. pity me." especially if you don't like tea. So make yourself a cup, dump some out, and put it by you. Not caffinated stuff, but regular plain lipton.
-Activities: When you are sick, you are tired and slow. You don't feel well, you react slowly. You do everything slowly. Keep this in mind. So yes, feel free to watch TV and play video games, but don't do it for too long. Sleep. Who doesn't want to sleep? and if you don't, then get your ipod. Make sure that you only put the headphones in one year, and sleep on that side, so your parents can't see the wires. Don't dance in your sleep. Dead giveaway. -_-' .
Eating- here are the rules. Eat only when you are starving. And whatever you get, eat slowly. Take little bites, and take a long time chewing. This is very important. If you wolf down your food, that is not good. Don't finish anything, but you can eat more later, okay greedy guts? Suck it up, soldier!
Congrats! You've had your day off. Try and do some homework during the day, slowly and sickly, mind you, so that you don't have so much to do tomorrow. Alright, I've shared all my knowledge. Now, grasshopper, you are ready to fake sick. Just remember, don't do this too much! Good luck.,

Okay, this is the end. And if you were wondering why it was rainbow colored... well, I was bored.

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Makes you Happy

Mkay. Let's open with some lyrics.

If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad

and then I had a conversation with myself. Self, I asked "what makes you happy?" and I responded "the pain and suffering of those whom I do not like" and I thought "wel that's not very nice" but I was not surprised. Because I am not a nice person. Nice people are dillusional, they believe people are good and that yes, they will pay you back that $60 dollars they owe you. But then somebody knocks some sense into them (by stealing, cheating, punching, etc) and they open their eyes and join the real world. Most people go through the nice people stage. But not me. I'm pure evil. Yes, 100%. Well, kinda. More like 65% evil, and (let's see, 100-65=... gimme a minute.. umm... ::writes it out:: yeah 35!) 35% crazy.

Still, there are some not-so-gruesome and not-so-bloody and not-so-violent things that make me happy. Surprising? I find it so. Well, let's make a list of wholesome, good hearted happy things that make me happy (note: technology and guns and violence (obviously) not included)

What makes me Happy?

1. Corners. They're so nice, and small, and you can curl up and go to sleep and feel sheltered and protected. Just like inside a cardboard box. Yes, those are nice too. But corners make me particularly happy, especially if the floor near them has carpet, because then I can sleep there. =D

2. Ducktape. Yes, I spell it with "duck" like the animal. So screw me., Anyuways, moving on. I like ductape because it's shiny and sticky. A potent combination. I have a tee shirt and it says "Silence is Golden, Duct tape is silver" and it looks really cool and special and has a piece of duck tape across the front.

3. Paints. Paints are so fun. I love it when I have a really, really, gianormously huge piece of paper and lots of paint, I just go crazy. Finger painting, splatter painting, painting painting, the fun goes on and on

4. Hot Chocolate. This is my, my, umm... there is no good way to put this. Hot chocolate is what I take refuge in when I am having a bad day. Swiss miss with marshmallows is my favorite. You can never have enough swiss miss with marshmallows. This makes me obsenely happy, I would be happy for a week with just a cup of this.

5. Sour Citrus Altoids. 3 words. They are so yummy and good. I could live on these little babies. And you know what else is good? the containers they come in. So shiny and circular, it just makes me wanna eat the container too. (un)fortunately, it can't fit in my mouth, no matter how hard I try. ='[

6. I think this will be the last one. Hmm, this is a toughie. I guess the last one should be really good. But my mind is blanking.. Wait.. almost got something... Yes!

The last thing that makes me happy are rainy days. Rainy days are the best. Or misty, cloudy, cold days. Those are just great. I wish I could stay home everyday it was like this. November, February, those days where it is dull and gray and hopefully rainy, it makes me want to have hot chocolate, and go dance in the rain with an umbrella, and sing and twirl and all sorts of crazy things. Light stuff on fire, draw with chalk, play boardgames. All those things that really bring back those old days of being a kid.

Well, now, I hope you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Or not. I always get the feeling that being warm and fuzzy inside would be uncomfortable. Plus, everybody's warm inside. Our bodies are nearly 100 degrees. How could that not be warm?

I bet we're already fuzzy on the inside too. Oh gross, I don't wanna think about this anymore....

Hanging Out... (down the street)

Hanging out, down the street
the same old thing,
we did last week.

not a thing to do, but talk to you
we're all alright, we're all alright

yeah!!!

HELLO WISCONSIN!

For anyone who didn't know, that was the themesong from That 70's Show. That 70's show is about the funniest thing I watch, probably. I was just thinking about it this morning, and thinking how great of a show it was. I mean, it's just so funny. Smoking, under age drinking, sex jokes, what's not to love?

Yes, I realize this is a silly post, but I am bored. It's the first block of the morning and it's either blog or do work ahead on bio homework. Who in their right mind would choose the second option? Nobody, that's who.

I think I'm gonna start a thread about That 70's show. it's just too awsome to pass up. Yeah....

I can't believe that you are still reading this... Seriously. Hasn't this been the most boring thing you've ever read, besides a manual or a self help book? Are you even reading this? Is anybody? I sure hope not, because I might bore them to death. That would be tragically comical. Or comically tragic? Well, whatever it would be, it's time to end it now, before this terrible crime continues and puts yet another death upon my head... I mean, I haven't killed anybody, and there aren't any bodies in the closet. Oh, I'm begging you, DON'T GO IN THE CLOSET! BAD THINGS HAPPEN IN THE CLOSET!!!

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Chexmix and Goldfish

My friends rock.

So, I'm hanging out afterschool, all three of us on our laptops. Clicky clicky, type-y, type-y. Anywhoo, so I have gone down to get like, spicy chexmix, and this is where the war begins. It becomes a mad dash for who can charm, weedle, plead, beg, or blackmail me out of this tiny bag, filled with spicy goodness. Quite a hilarious site. Why is it girls are so hot for food? And I find it also amusing that though they CALL me anorexic (note the CALL. Meaning I am not, they just tease me) during the school day, but after school, they call me a fat cow to get my food. A clip of an online conversation with friend 2 (present) to friend 3 (not present) about a conversation between me, friend 1, and friend 2.

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f1-trying to take her spicy chexmis
HEY
SHES EATING

f2-ahh! She's anorexic

f1- lol, I reminded her, so I got the whole bag. rnt I a niiiiiice friend?

f2- she's not eating

f1- XXXXXXX says you're absolutely right

f2- tell her she needs help

f1- I told her she is fine as long as she keeps giving me spicy chex mix

f2- this is serious!!!!

f1- ... my bbb

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And, it get's better, so my other friend brings out goldfish, and then she proceeds to pity me in my not-having-lunch state and gives me plenty of goldfish, while immediately realizing that I am feeding them to my chex mix crazed friend. It was very laughably funny. VERY funny. I laughed and laughed, because she kept giving it to me.

me: have pity, I didn't eat lunch. Please, I really regret it now

friend: *rolls eyes and coughs up*

Me: *hands to other friend*

other friend: Psst! she didn't have breakfast either!

Me: I didn't? I mean, oh yeah. *puppy dog eyes*

so yeah, that's how it went down.

Aren't friends the best?

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Ninjas Never Die

So, soccer season just ended. Today was our team's ending night, which we spent at Bertucci's. I was texting a friend, and she was like "you play soccer?" at which point I just said I had to go. =P. How could she ask me that? Soccer is like, my LYFE!! With a Y. In all caps. Gimme a L, Gimme a Y, Gimme a PH!! What does that spell? LYPH!!! Maybe I need a E there too, ::ponders::

Well, this is a shoutout to all of my ninja friends, AKA the JV 2 soccer squad. May we ninjas never die. And next year, I think I'll purposely fail try outs just to get on this team again. This season was the most fun of my lyfe. With a Y. yeah, I went there, bitch.

On another note, the Volleyball season is beginning. I have never played volleyball in my life, but I need a sports cred, so let's hope I make the team. Not that there are cuts, but still... that's not the point. The point is that I need a credit and I need one easily. Only the schedule sucks, because I won't get home until, around, say, 7:00 at night. Plus driving and dinner and shower. Ugh. So much to look forward to. ::rolls eyes:: I'm gonna miss soccer.

Go ninjas!

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Waste of Nine Bucks

There are only a few times I have come out of a movie thinking that. Last night was one of those times. There are several things I want to discuss in my blog today, and only so much free time to type with. So, without further ado, let's get on with this, shall we?

As I said, there have been less than a handful of times when I have gone into the movie theatre expecting to be mildy entertained for a few hours and have been let down sourly. Going to the movies is supposed to be a pleasure, but after paying nine bucks for a ticket and just as much for a popcorn and a drink, my mood has already dropped a bit. Then, if we get their early, I have to wait painfully through the commercials that don't even move, or the soda bottle races or some other silly thing. It's preposterously silly. Once the moving previews start, I still have to wait for those to end before getting to the presentation. At this time, the movie is ALWAYS 15 minutes late at this theatre. Always. Anyways, after this, usually at least half the popcorn, if not all, is gone, as well as a large percentage of my beverage. Anyways, the movie starts. It is very dissapointing if the movie does not entertain me, and I am left to stare at the ceiling for the next hour and a half.

This was the case last night. I went to see Marie Antoinette, 3 stars, and I was sourly dissapointed. It was LONG. I mean, I'm not really a Kirsten Dunst fan, but I got sucked in by the commercial mercilessly. I was miserably dissapointed. The first half hour was mildlly entertaining, but an endless round of pretty dresses and not much is quite enough for me. It was repetetive, and major plot was lacking. I was so glad at the end when it was finally over, which is a bad sign. I was nearly falling asleep. The only parts of the movie I enjoyed was when the angry mob storms the palace. (No, I didn't just spoil the ending, that was shown in the previews. Though after I just trashed this movie, would you really want to go see it? Maybe.) That, and the soundtrack. The soundtrack actually didn't suck. A lot of obscure indie/rock mixed with obscure pop. Not bad, not bad at all. There was a song by The Cure in there, too. I think. Anyways... back to my original point. I was let down. The previews for upcoming movies looked good, though.

There was one other prominent time when I felt totally let down by a movie. Hmm, it was on the tip of my tongue when I went to right this, but now I can't remember. Huh. This is really getting to me. Aurgahh!!! I can't remember. Hmm... well, the purpose of my blog is now completely scratched. Damnned All American Rejects. Distracted me. I like them though, not the recent stuff, but the older stuff wasn't so bad. Your Star, Why Worry, it just gets stuck in my head. Anyways, maybe later I'll post this back, if I can remember. ::shrugs::

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Trick or Treat?

Never to old for Halloween.

Right?

I'm young at heart. And a slacker, which means I blew off homework to collect candy for 20 minutes. And the great part was that because I went at the nearly midnight time of 7:40, everyone wanted to get rid of their candy. Because I mean, when it's actually dark out, that's just not cool. So when I went around going "Trick or Treat!" With my pillowcase, all the people looked at me, stared funny because I'm a bit old for this I guess, and then just loaded their candy on me, saying "Oh mee oh my, there's no way somebody else is coming. Here, take the rest of this." and of course I just go "heap it on, grandma." So Halloween turned out to be less sucky than I had thought. Oh yeah. Did I mention that I went as the very imaginitive idea of a cowgirl? Jeans, bandanna, hat. Man, I worked soooo hard on my costume. A whole 2 minutes. Phew, what a lot of work that was. I mean, begging for candy from strangers? "Trick or Treat" is a pretty hard phrase to say. That reminds me...Haven't you always wondered about that phrase? I mean, who trick's anymore? the whole point of the holiday is candy. It would be sacreligious if you tricked some little kid. And sad too. Funny, but sad. Like some little fairy princess comes to you door, and you spray them with the hose? Am I the only one who thinks that would be really really amusing? Maybe. There's something really hysterical about some dripping little kid in a pink dress and turtleneck (you didn't need one tonight, but when it's cold that's what I used to wear) sopping wet, getting mad, and throwing a mini hissyfit. Doesn't that just warm your heart? A miniature barbie or Disney princess with a sideways tiara throwing their candy about and screaming? That just makes me go fuzzy inside.

Happy Halloween!

+Mr. Fox has wInGs+

HaLlOwEeN

Happy Halloween!

Ahh, Halloween. What a great idea for a holiday. Little kids dress up and go around begging for candy. Or egging houses. Either is equally fun in my eyes. Stil, to do justice to the holiday, let's do a little pro/con

PRO:

-CANDAY!!! (can-dy, can-dy, can-dy!)
-costumes
-scaring little kids
-egging houses
-scaring bigger kids
-carving up a pumpkin, scooping out the mush, and throwing it at the TPers
-carving up a pumpkin, scooping out the mush, and throwing it at the little kids
-carving up a pumpkin, scooping out the mush, and put it in the candy bowl so the little kids have to feel it when they get their candy
-carving up a pumpkin, scooping out the mush, and.... GOTCHA! You really thought I was gonna do that again? But weren't you getting bored? Anyways, onto the cons! But wait... there's one more...
-being "sick" the next day because you ate too much candy and getting to stay in and eat more candy!!

CON:
-not getting enough candy
-being too old for Halloween!!! (aka you have too much homework)

the last is so scary, I don't think it should be allowed. In fact, homework should just be outlawed for taking away our happiness. After all, isn't it in the Constitution that everyone has a right to the free pursuit of happiness (or something around those lines?) and that stopping that is not just? So why is homework allowed?? Personally, I suggest we take this to the Supreme Court. Yup. Make a big riot, like on TV, or Rent. Have you guys seen Rent? I haven't, but I love the music, and not just Seasons of Love. You know, the "500,252,600 minutes" song but the others are good too. Some are annoying, but what can you do?

Alright, this post has gone too far offtopic. Basically, I'm just trying to say that having homework on halloween sucks and I wish I didn't have homework at all because it sucks!!! GAH!!!

+Mr. Fox has wInGs+

aka. Mr. Fox

aka. Mr. Fox.

Yes, Mr. Fox. Or Monsieur Le Fox. Whatever you prefer. You can spell it with a sck (Mr. Fosck) but I prefer X.

In other news, Today I took over the world. Same old, same old. I guess there's really nothing else for me to do except die and come back to life, like Jesus. Hmmm... Jesus. A controversial issue is he not? I mean, it's kinda creepy if you ask me. When you die, you die. And no strange apartion comes and takes your dead body and puts it in the sky. Because if that really did happen, I don't want to know what rain and snow are. *shivers*

Alright, before this gets off topic, let me just warn you now. While I will try to entertain you, don't expect me to go out of my way. I don't really know if someone will ever read this, but it may be a depressingly funny reality check.

So be on your guard, cus you never know when you're gonna eat fish.

+Mr. Fox has wInGs+