By The Way, This Suit, It Isn't Cheap... You Would Know, You Bought It...

For once my blog will have a point to it. Today I had someone ask me if I was in seminary for the last time. I will probably make a few enemies because of this blog, (as I have some not-so-nice things to say) but We're just going to hope for the best.

I understand why people ask me if I'm in seminary, but at the same time I do not. I know that they're wondering if you have a similar class to them (considering that the majority of Utah students have seminary) but it's almost like they're asking if you're equal enough to them for them to even make a point in talking to you. Countless times I have had someone ask me that dreadful question, and after I answer, incorrectly obviously, they simply end the conversation.

I've been reading The Chosen for this class, and Reuven is a jewish boy living in a completely jewish community. I understand that also. I know that people feel most comfortable in a place where they are among the majority (so why my parents live here I'll never understand). The difference between Reuven's situation and any given student in a seminary class, is that he goes to an ALL Jewish school. He lives in an ALL Jewish community. It seems to me that my peers don't understand that they are not living in a place like that. They are going to a public school, with other students, who may or may not be in the same belief as them.

I think the point I'm trying to make with this blog is that young people need to understand that not everyone is exactly like them. Now, almost certainly all of the students I'm currently going to school with I will never see again. I am definitely moving out of this state, or at least going to college somewhere else. Most of the people I know will probably spend the rest of their lives in Utah (except the two they spend elsewhere of course).

The thing that really annoys me however, is the way that people I know (I'm not saying all, just mostly all) are really close minded about other aspects of life. This might sound harsh, but they need to realize that not everyone is LDS, nor should they be. One day Susie is going to be off in New York and offend a prospective boss, or even someone who could have one day been her husband.

Seminary contributes greatly to this problem. It is really ridiculous that we have a seminary building twenty feet from the school, a church a block to the North, and another Church a block to the East. The rest of us don't need to see and hear about everything constantly being done in seminary.

I was really annoyed with this for a long time, until I realized: I'm going to have all of my credits way before any of them. I'm not taking seminary, I take at least two or three classes during the summers, and I'll be able to take all kinds of fun AP and CE classes during my senior year, and then I'll be graduated from college and making more money than the vast majority of these students I went to school with.

It still makes me sad, however, that all of those wonderful people that I know will always be fixed in that mindset. In a way, religion poisons everything.


(I'm not dissing religion or LDS or anything, I'm just rather annoyed at what has become a normal thing in our schools. If the LDS people wanted to be in a place where they could study the Book Of Mormon constantly, and be surrounded by people of the same religion, I suggest building a private school.)




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This Town Isn't Big Enough For TWO Homicidal Maniacs!

I was reading The Long Halloween the other day (again) and for the first time, I noticed that the Joker is eating Trix. Trix are for kids silly!

I am so excited for tomorrow. It's December 9th and The Dark Knight is finally coming out. However, I have agreed with my parents that I will receive the movie as a Christmas present, and that way, I won't have to spend my money on it. I do get to open it on the first day of Christmas break, so if anybody wants to watch it on Friday the 19th come on over. I'll probably watch it three or four times over Christmas break.

I really hate snow. A lot. It gets everything all wet and cold and miserable and its just no fun. Well, on second thought, sledding is fun, and I actually do like shoveling snow (when it is the right consistency). My neighbor asked me why I was shoveling it. I was like, "Because someone has to." Then he asked if I should have just waited for my dad to come home and do it. This really made me mad, because I had already shoveled our entire driveway once (and believe me, I have a very long driveway) and he said it in just the right tone of voice to make it sound like I was just a weak girl. So anyway, he got out his snow blower, and if he blows one snowflake of his onto our lawn I'm going to be really upset. He just built this big house, and their driveway extends right to the edge of their property so there is nowhere to put their snow. If we have a winter like last year, I'm going to need all the extra lawn I can get, so he better not put his snow where it doesn't belong. For the record, I use an old school shovel. Perfectly green.

I read a couple of comic books this weekend. First I read Batman and the Monster Men or something like that, but it wasn't that interesting. Next I read Catwoman: When In Rome, and it was written by my favorite artist/author combo: Jeph Loeb and Tim Sale. I really liked this one, even though Edward Nigma was extraordinarily annoying. Seriously, he doesn't have to say "answer:" before he answers every single question. This book made me decide that I like Catwoman. Then I read Batman:Year One which I was expecting to be pretty good since it is rated so high. I did read one of Frank Miller's comics before though, and I really didn't like it at all. Well, this one was no different. As soon as I finally got into the comic book (about halfway through) It suddenly ended and had an "afterword(s)" which was just a collection of artwork that didn't make the cut, or artwork before it had been colored. It made me kind of mad. That is probably the last time I will read one of Frank Miller's comics.

OOOOOOOOOOOH I'M SO EXCITED FOR THE DARK KNIGHT!!!

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You'll Turn The Light Off When I'm Halfway Across!

I started Fitness for Life tonight. Lets just say, its not going to be an enjoyable three nights a week for the next 12 weeks. Also, if anyone has a textbook they'd like to let me borrow for a little while, that would be much appreciated. I would much rather spend $35 on the special edition dark knight than on a text book that I'll only use for three months.

I found this neat-o "Top 25 Best Batman Comics" list. Surprisingly all of the books that I have read were on this list. I've read Hush, The Killing Joke, The Long Halloween, and Batman: The Dark Knight Returns. I really don't understand how The Dark Knight Returns came in second, because that was not a very good comic. The entire book I couldn't decide if the new "Robin" was a boy or a girl. I still don't know. I think it's a girl though, just for the record. I didn't particularly like that graphic novel, mostly because it was vile and the villains were not the traditional villains. The storyline wasn't very interesting, and it was the first comic I haven't been able to get into at all. The other books I read were very good though. (Especially the Loeb comics. The Long Halloween and Hush were definitely the best that I've read).

I've been working on my "Letter About Literature" for about three days now. Every second I have that I can work on it, I take. What I'm wondering is, where is the line drawn for constructive criticism? When does it seize to be effective and just become embarrassing? I have my parents go over what I write to look for conventional errors and things that don't make sense. My dad has taken up marking all the sentences that he feels are "awkward"; all the words that don't seem right. Isn't that my voice? Maybe I intended to make those sentences awkward. Maybe those words had the meaning I wanted them to have; they portrayed the message I wanted them too. Is that bad? Is that criticism still constructive? I'm not sure.

I guess I might as well talk about Thanksgiving. This year my grandparents came over, and thanks (ha ha, thanks!) to my preparations we had a meal several courses long, and, I might add, all of them were delicious (except for the turkey and turkey gravy. I didn't actually eat those things so I have no idea if they were good or not. Probably not, because even when I was eating meat I didn't like turkey). We started the meal with these "Mini Pumpkin Sage Balls" which were dipped in hot green pepper sauce. They were so yummy! I was really surprised, and happy that they turned out so well. Next we had our "palate cleanser": a homemade sorbet. This was also very good. After that we had Chestnut soup with Marsala mushrooms. This was probably the highlight. It was delicious: the mushrooms paired so well with the Marsala wine. Oh yeah, somewhere in there we had a salad too. Then we moved on to the main course. We had cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, turkey, rolls, and gravy (veggie and turkey). That was good too. No one really had room for dessert, but we would have had pumpkin pie and Apple Cake.

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Lex Luthor, The President Of The United States

So when I was little (probably 4 or 5 years ago actually) my brother and I would still wake up to see Saturday Morning Cartoons. We watched the WB, and they had all kinds of good shows going on. We watched Pokemon, Recess, a few others and one show called "The Batman." I remember my brother would always get scared by The Batmans intro. I set out on a little journey to find the intro. It took forever, because they only used that theme for one season, and there were very few "The Batman" videos. Anyway, I did find it, and the part that used to scare my little brother was at the very end of the introduction when someone (I assume Alfred, I could be wrong) whispers, "The Batman." The wikipedia page for this cartoon is rather amusing.

Now, I'm going to go on a little rant. Actually two different rants.

First is a complaint about people that you have to explain every little thing to. I know I definitely couldn't be a teacher, because it drives me crazy when you have to explain the simplest things to someone. I really hate it when you delegate tasks, because they can't figure it out on their own, and they still can't figure out what the heck they're supposed to do. COME ON! THE INSTRUCTIONS ARE RIGHT THERE? IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND???

Next, I believe it is time for my annual Christmas rant. Christmas, or rather Christmas season doesn't start until December first. I know this sounds mean and horrible, but I really hate the salvation army workers. They stand outside and ring their little bells, and it drives me insane, especially when they're trying to get money because its the "season for giving", but thanksgiving hasn't even come yet. Hello? Can we please have one giving before the other? I mean seriously, why does Christmas seem to get earlier every single year? The only good part about the Christmas spirit is the white chocolate peppermint mocha at Starbucks.... Oh they are my love.

Thanksgiving is a much better holiday anyway. I mean, you get to sleep in, cook all day, not have to cook for a week after that, and you don't have to worry about buying anyone presents. I'm not too crazy about the whole turkey thing (as my family knows) since I'm a vegetarian. I would much rather thank good rains for good vegetables than a turkey that someone had to kill. It doesn't even taste that good anyway...

On a completely different note, I think its very odd, how in Home Depot, people are always bringing in their dogs. I'll upload a picture of the sign on the outside of the store sometime, but it says quite straightforwardly, No Pets! The odd thing I've noticed however, is that it doesn't matter if you're in Lowes. No one brings their dog into a Lowes. Instead, it is only in Home Depot. Maybe Lowes actually enforces their policy. I have no idea though, it's just really weird.

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There Is No Charge For Awesomeness.... Or Attractiveness

That is probably the first movie quote I've used that anyone is even going to understand. Yes, believe it or not, I have been using quotes from people/movies/books the whole time. So, now you know I'm not crazy. At least not that crazy.



I wanted to comment this blog on the stupidity of teenage girl magazines. No matter what magazine you're reading; whether its girls life, seventeen, cosmogirl, tigerbeat, etc, they all have the same idiotic things. Let's talk for a minute about the front cover. It always has some ridiculous number of random things that that particular issue has. For example, a magazine I got recently had this on the cover "Look pretty at every party! Hot holiday beauty and fashion for less (yeah, they always mention how cheap it is too, even when the clothes are hundreds of dollars), try-them-tonight hair ideas, Plus 236 ways to shine." What the heck? 236? and those aren't in order of course, they just threw in a random number of things that they think they have in the magazine. I'm pretty sure this trend of random numbers came from seventeen magazine.

The fashion advice in these magazines is something else altogether. In the magazine I mentioned earlier thers this picture of a girl wearing a red and darker red striped hoody underneath a pink poofy dress, with this gigantic necklace in the shape of two eighth notes. This one was just one of those, "Was the style advisor a blind old woman who thinks she's sixteen?" They're always that hideous too. I don't know why I keep buying the magazines.



That's a lie, I do know why I keep buying them. They give me something to do, and there is an undeniable amount of excitement in getting something that you look forward to in the mail.

The other day I was really bored (okay I wasn't bored, I was procrastinating an assignment) and so just for fun I went to Harvard University's website. I don't know how they can expect anyone to find anything on it. Maybe, and I think this is how it is, the school uses it as a test to see if you really are smart enough to go to Harvard. They say to themselves, "Well, if s/he is smart enough to find their way to the application part of our site they must be really serious about this. Or they have a lot of time on their hands." I wonder if other schools websites are any easier to understand. I'll have to check up on this sometime.

I thought I would end this with a little quote from the back of an orbit gum box: "The ADA Council on Scientific Affairs' Acceptance of Orbit is based on its finding that the physical action of chewing Orbit sugar-free gum for 20 minutes after eating, stimulates saliva flow, which helps to prevent cavities by reducing plaque acids and strengthening teeth."

Whew, that is one heck of a run on sentence!

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And What Size Was That?

I was in Starbucks the other day, and so I walk up to the cashier guy. My dad orders his coffee (a venti salted chocolate triple shot latte or something. It sounds gross but he swears it's good. I'm not sure I believe him), and then I order mine. I said, quite clearly, "I would like a tall caramel macchiato." The guy looks up from the cash register and says, "what size would you like?" and I say... "...tall...." My dad and I can barely keep from laughing. Wow... seriously how ignorant can you be? There was also this hobo that is living there right now, and I'm on the verge of killing him because he stinks and just sits there all the time. It's like, go get a job, and take a shower. Go get a job fixing showers! He makes the place quite untolerable.

So anyway, I went in Starbucks again the next day, and my dad orders his coffee again, with now trouble. Then when it is my turn I tell the same guy as the day before "I would like a tall decaf white chocolate mocha" and this greasy haired kid didn't disappoint. He promptly asked, "What size is that?" My dad hurriedly picked up a CD and pretended to scrutinize it. "Tall," I blurted then promptly walked away.

I don't know if he can't hear the word "Tall" or if it's his trick of getting customers to go up a cup size, but I think it is rather odd. I was saying it quite clearly. I don't understand it: Very weird...

This is kind of random, but I finally got around to playing LEGO Batman again, and I finally unlocked Harley Quinn. Isn't she cute in LEGO form? (see my picture...) The Joker comes with his very own hand buzzer, and I was the only one in my family to find it quite comical. I guess I'm kind of crazy that way.

Does the Joker's laughing gas kill by suffocation or laughing to death? I think you suffocate but I'm not sure. I am sure however, that I don't really want to find out.

The first song in my updated playlist, is corynorhinus (not anymore, I changed it to the last song because it's a horrible recording. But you can listen if you want), which I am learning how to play. I'm also learning how to play the next track, Harvey Two Face, but it's kind of different. It's really annoying that pianos get all the books written for them. Harvey Two Face is rather confusing because half of it is in bass clef and I can only read treble, so I have to decode it and write the notes over the top. Then there are the cello parts that are too low for me to play, so I miss a note here and there, and it sounds pretty terrible.

I'm really upset at playlist.com for not getting Kung Fu Panda on their list yet. That is an amazing soundtrack. If you have the movie, listen to the music when Tai Lung escapes. WOW.


In the fashion world, the clothes do not make the man. The man makes the clothes.

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Jonathon Crane, Psychologist Turned Psychopath

That's how they always introduce Scarecrow in comic books. I think it's funny. Anyway, I've been working on making this Joker sim for a little while (okay three weeks) but today I did a search and I found this. I know you are lame and haven't seen the movie yet Kati, but look at that! Holy crap! Seriously, they even got the scars in there!

Also, my Dark Knight solo book finally came! yay!


Woot for presidents

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I Never Liked You Ivy, But You're GROWING ON ME!

Guess what? I'm supposed to be at school right now. I'm not because I'm sick *cough cough.* No really though, I have (in Kathryn's words) "Death Virus." I would go into it, but I'm not going to.

Anyway, my meow meow (cat) is asleep next to me. I'm kind of delirious, so just for fun I'm going to tell the story of how we found my cat. My mom was driving home from work and thought that she had hit a cat because she kept hearing this meowing, and then when she got home she lifted up the hood of her car and there was my kitty! She was just a little kitten then, and was all fluffy and orange and adorable. I named her Peter Rabbit since Peter Rabbit was my favorite... person. The funny thing is, Peter is actually a girl. Apparently it's very unusual to have a girl cat that is orange, so whenever we go to the vet they say "We're ready for him," and I say, "Actually, she's a girl." then they apologize and say that that was what they thought but since she was orange they figured they were remembering wrong. Yeah, whatever. Anyway, she's my best friend. Seriously.

I have made a resolution to use my planner better this year. We'll see if it actually works.
Alright, a little bit of a rant here. Whose bright idea was it to make a planner that has colored pages? You can't see half the stuff you write down, it is sooo annoying! I much prefer the white pages that are boring. I also kind of miss the hole punches, but I would definitely prefer not having hole punches instead of not having blank pages. I'm not sure if that last sentence made sense.

Every time I type something in this blogger window, even if I hit the space button, the cursor stays right next to the last letter I typed, which is very confusing, because I hit the space bar subconsciously.

Almost all of my Halloween candy is gone now. Isn't that sad? Okay, maybe not all of it, but at least half. That's pretty gross to eat that much sugar, but I guess that's how it goes down every year.


For the first time in Honors English, I'm having a difficult time getting to 500ish words.

I guess I'll talk about our chat with the Joker. (Ha ha, wouldn't it have been funny if he kissed you? You would have had to make it really awkward for him and been like, "Yep, I had a dream that that happened") Inside joke. Anyway, we were at frightmares and in one of the haunted houses (a clown themed one of course) there was a Joker, who had the wrong socks, and also got his vest from Hot Topic. He had the wrong socks however, and I totally want to get those from Hot Topic. They're just sweet socks. We had a very nice conversation with him, until they made us leave. I would still date the Joker. Totally.

Hey Kati, check it!


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Okay... Story Time Kiddies!

So, hopefully this makes sense. It's kind of long. Here goes...

I was supposed to put something else on this blog but I can't remember what it was now... oh well, if I remember I'll just edit this out...

okay i figured out what it was! this! (if you're still reading the count of monte cristo and don't want any spoilers, don't really zoom up too close, you can get the idea from far away)


Also, liking soundtracks is just as bizarre as liking musicals. It's pretty much the same thing anyway.


A HELPING HAND (this title took forever to come up with, so I finally decided on it at midnight. Thats why it's kind of weird)

Amber opened her eyes. She was achy and stiff, as though she had been sleeping a long time. When her eyes finally adjusted to the light she sat up and looked around. She was in her bedroom, but something was different. Jumping to her feet, she realized that her bed was made and her room was spotless. She rushed down the stairs to see her mother. “Mom!” she exclaimed, “Where have you put my things?”
Her mother ignored her and left the room. Amber was in shock. She must have done something really horrible to have her mother ignore her like that. Her mother had always been the one person she could talk to about anything. Why couldn’t she remember what she did? She walked into her kitchen where her father, a cake decorator, made his creations. He was known for miles around for his amazing cakes. Not only did they look amazing, they tasted amazing too, a feature not commonly found in many wedding cakes.
“Dad? Do you know what I did to make Mom so angry?” Amber asked, not sure she really wanted to hear the answer. His eyes were sad. It reminded her of the time she ate handfuls of one of his best, most expensive cakes, two hours before a wedding when she was eight years old. Only then did she notice the cake sitting on the table. Instead of one of his usual masterpieces it looked thrown together and messy. She looked up at her dad and asked what was wrong. His cakes never looked this bad before.
What was going on? Why wouldn’t anyone talk to her? She sat down on the couch, confused and frustrated by the joke she believed her parents were playing on her. Misery was setting in when the phone rang.
“Can you get that?” her father asked.
“Of course!” Amber nearly shouted, jumping up to get the phone. She reached for the phone, but it appeared her mother beat her to it. Curious as to whom it was, Amber looked at the caller ID. Johnson’s Mortuary. “Why is Fred Johnson calling us?” she wondered aloud. She realized one of her grandparents must have died. Her grandmother was ninety years old, and seemed to live a little less each day.
The doorbell rang. “Can you get that?” Amber’s father called again. “I told you I would,” Amber called back to him. She reached for the door and turned the knob. Funny, she must have missed, since the door did not open.
“Since you can’t seem to move, I’ll get it,” her mother called crossly, still on the phone. Amber stepped aside to let her mother open the door. She felt ashamed now. Her mother seemed so angry and upset, and Amber couldn’t even remember what it was she had done. She slunk away, staying only long enough to see who was at the door. Both sets of grandparents were there, even Grandma Pearl, the ninety-year-old.
“Thank you very much Fred. I’m so happy to hear that,” her mother said into the phone. “We’ll see you later then. Okay, bye.” Her mother hung up the handset and looked at her parents and in-laws. “They confirmed the body. It is definitely her. They think she must have drowned in the lake. I just can’t figure out why she wasn’t wearing a life-vest. I thought we taught her better than that,” her mother concluded, looking down, tears again filling her eyes, as they had several times while on the phone.
“WHO DIED?” Amber practically screamed. She was sick of everyone ignoring her, and wanted the joke to end. In her anger she hit the bookshelf was behind her, and toppled over a few books. Everyone looked up at the sudden noise and gazed at the book on the ground. From the kitchen her father asked, “What was that?”
She felt so embarrassed now, with her grandparents and mother all witnessing her blunder. Amber bent to pick up the books. Again it seemed like she missed.
“I don’t know. This book just flew off the bookshelf, all by itself,” her mother returned, picking up the books that fell to the wood flooring below. She turned shakily to the elderly people in the house, and said, “The funeral for Amber is tomorrow at nine. I hope you can all be there. “
“Of course,” Grandma Pearl returned. “Only I never thought I would have to see her buried before I was.” Amber’s breath quickened. She wasn’t dead! She was right here, alive and well! She ran to the calendar. April 1st was the date. She sighed. It was only an April fool’s joke. “Ha ha. I get it now,” she told the congregation in the living room. No one looked up. Amber went back to her room.

A little while later, after having cooled off and relaxed a bit, Amber went back downstairs. Her family was in the dining room now, excluding her father, who was watching TV. “Dad?” she sadly called again. He did not turn to look at her. She sighed and went to her parent’s room. There she saw a letter on the bed. It concerned the purchase of a headstone and the rental of a funeral parlor. “Maybe… maybe I really AM dead…” she whispered, hardly believing her own voice.
Thinking herself crazy, she went back to her father and jumped in front of the television set. His gaze never moved, instead, it stared into the TV the same way it was before. Amber screamed. No reaction. Panic seized her. She was so frightened she couldn’t move from her place in front of the set. She was light headed and dizzy, and worst of all, her insides were begging to be on the outside. “Oh, please let this be a joke,” she moaned, her step faltering. She sat down on the couch next to her father, making no impression on the couch. He was watching “Most Haunted” a television show investigating paranormal activities in old castles and inns.
“I feel a strong presence here. There is definitely paranormal activity.”
THUMP
“Oh my… did you hear that? It was definitely a ghost. Let’s see if we can communicate with it.”
“Ghosts ordinarily die violent deaths or are murdered, and can be themselves rather violent. Roger must be careful of what he asks”
“What are you watching?” Her mother asked.
“Oh my! Did you see that go by? Do we have playback on that?”
“Most Haunted,” they both replied, but only one voice was heard. Grandma Pearl entered the room. “Maybe… maybe we should see if we can communicate with her! You know… with a Ouija board, like they do on those ghost shows!” Her mother looked reluctant, for she is easily frightened, but the world famous cake decorator agreed.
The family produced a makeshift Ouija board, and Amber remembered the door she couldn’t open, and the phone she couldn’t pick up. How in the world was she going to move the piece on the Ouija board?
“Spirits in this room, please try to communicate with us.”
All hands were on the board. Amber stepped cautiously forward, afraid that she wouldn’t be able to move anything. She gingerly placed her hands on the piece, and tapped it forward. Everyone gasped, including her. She couldn’t believe she had done it!
“What is your name spirit?”
She again put her hands on the small triangle and moved it to the A… then the M… and so on, until she spelled out AMBER. Her mother paled and her father looked ill. He asked a new question, “How did you die?”
Amber didn’t know. She pushed the piece again. I-D-O-N-T-K-N-O-W she spelled out. Y-O-U-T-E-L-L-M-E. Now that everyone in her family was ready to faint, her grandmother said calmly “You drowned in the lake Amber.” Amber pushed a last time: I-D-O-N-O-T-S-E-E-H-O-W-I-D-I-E-D. Her mother pulled her hands away. Amber wanted to comfort her, and tell her it was okay, but when she tried to move the piece again, she seemed to go through it.
How could she have drowned in the lake? She was a wonderful swimmer; she was even a lifeguard at the local pool. Why couldn’t she remember her own death? She walked into her mother’s room, where, after the completion of the Ouija board her mother fainted. Amber looked into the mirror. Her hair was at her shoulders, parted on the side, and she looked the same as she remembered. She was only sixteen, but spent a considerable amount of time at the beach tanning. To her dismay, she looked rather pale, almost… translucent. Her clothes were that of a teenage girl: She wore jeans and a T-shirt.
While contemplating her image, Amber’s poor mother awoke, and a look of horror laid claim to her face. Amber looked back, frightened of her mother’s appearance. “I must be visible in the mirror!” she thought to herself, once more recalling the hours of TV she wasted learning about ghosts. She ran out of the room in a panic, passing through her father as she went. Her mother was howling.
“What? What happened?” Her father asked, worry clouding his brow.
Only muffled cries came from her mother.
“Please, Eleanor, you have to tell me what happened!”
“Amber was here!”
“Amber?”
“Of course it was her!” she wailed, “I should have known this would happen with your stupid grandmother’s idea!”
Her father, now on the defensive, seemed hurt by this, and sat down in a chair as if to say to the crazed woman “I don’t care what happens to you; I’ve been through too much myself.”
During her parents’ Amber herself had been crying. She heard the silence coming from the other room. She tried to be as quiet as possible for it seemed that in the television shows ghosts footsteps and sobs were always the first to be heard.
Amber finally realized two things: She needed to get out of the house, and she had to find “the light.” Again she tried to leave from the front door but found that she could not open the doorknob. Perhaps she merely needed to go through it, as she had done to her father.
Closing her eyes, Amber stepped into the door. She opened her eyes, expecting to be outside on her lawn, but found her nose pressed firmly against the door. Next she tried a running start, and, to her surprise, passed through the door with ease.
It was late at night, and, had Amber been alive, she would have been exhausted. The first thing she did was go the cemetery, which was rumored to be haunted. Praying that she would finally meet someone who could talk to her, she walked through the gate and to the nearest grave. The cemetery was “empty.” Disappointed, she uttered a low groan, which was cut off by something moving in the bushes. It was a fox which gazed at her with interest. On a whim, she approached it and stroked its soft head. It made a small “yipe” and its four kits came out of the bushes. All gazing at her, they began to whine, and the mother fox looked at Amber as if to say, “They are hungry. I have to go.”
Convinced that she could not see the other dead, Amber decided to make her way to the lake where she drowned. The bus was about to pass by, and only one girl was at a bus stop nearby. She ran to catch up with it and ran through the door, a skill which, by now, mastered. The bus pulled past the lake a little while later, and Amber jumped through the bus. She gazed upon the lake, and suddenly, she remembered how she had died.

It had been a long evening with her friends, and one of Amber’s closest friends, Paul, invited a bunch of the sophomores to go swimming. Her friends readily agreed, and Amber, although not wanting to make her parents mad, also agreed: although it required her to stay out after curfew. She met with Paul before the others arrived, and she could smell beer on his breath. She had never seen him drunk before, and this was rather surprising. He was the son of the Deputy Sherriff, and often appeared at events protesting the use of drugs and alcohol by teens; even if used medically. He was also the chief spokesperson for setting up an Alcoholics Anonymous for their area.
He slid into the cold water and asked Amber to follow. Worried that he might hurt himself, Amber consented, knowing she could save him if he started to drown.
“How long’ve you been talkin’ ta Michael?” he asked, slurring his words.
“I fail to see why it matters,” Amber stated, hoping that her friends would come along soon.
To Amber’s amazement, she found that she was watching her own death. Her last few moments were here, and she was now her death was being played back to her. She realized that she could move around the scene to get an optimal view, and she could also see where her friends were. They had deserted her, deciding instead to go to a popular senior’s party.
“Ya know, up ‘till a lil’ bit ago, I thought chou waza real friend,” Paul muttered, almost to himself. “But then ya go ‘n mess it all up fer usss.” He climbed out of the water and groped his way to his clothes. Amber started to follow but was stopped by “Don’t move.” She did as commanded and was beginning to get more and more frightened. Since he was drunk he probably wasn’t thinking straight and could be dangerous. She tried to think of a way to reach her cell phone, but he blocked her path.
By this point, Amber could not help but utter a cry. She could no longer support herself and fell back against a tree. She wished that she could stop watching the horrible scene, but it seemed that once it began, it could not be stopped.
A look of pure hatred crossed Paul’s face and he said simply, “I was going to ask you to the dance. I changed my mind.” With this he plunged into the water, and held Amber’s head down. She screamed once, but was consumed by the water.
Amber shut her eyes. It was too horrible. No one should see their own death, and as though she might pass out, she turned away. The splashing soon ended and Amber turned to see Paul getting out of the lake. He left his empty beer cans there, and stumbled up the path to the road, where he promptly fell asleep. Time seemed to speed up by this point, for Paul had been asleep for only a few minutes, but it was now daylight and he was waking up. She saw Paul’s father pick him up, and no police report was never filed, nor had anyone ever known he was drunk.
The scene died away, and again Amber was left alone at the foot of the lake where her tragedy took place.
A feeling of hatred grew in Amber’s heart. She knew she had to avenge her death; to cause him pain for what he caused her family, but what could she do? The feeling of revenge died away as dread replaced it. As she was thinking about this, a scrawny looking dog walked by her, eyed her curiously much like the foxes she met earlier, and went looking around in the fallen leaves to find something to eat. Amber heard glass tinkle and looked in the direction of the dog.
There, next to her clothes and one of Paul’s socks, were six bottles of beer. She knew what she needed to do, and scooping the dog into her arms (which she previously thought she was permanently unable to do) she began walking home, the semi-transparent dog in her arms.

Amber’s mother woke up the next day to the howling of a dog. She looked out of her window and saw the poor shivering animal rooting around in their garbage. Her mother was a strict vegetarian for 20 years now, and was an avid animal rights advocate. She took pity on the poor animal (which she often did considering they owned multiple cats and a dog) and went outside to see him. She could find no tags, and was determined to take him to the no-kill center in their area, since he was an adorable puppy, and would likely be adopted soon. She bent down to pick him up.
“Come on girl,” Amber called, beckoning the dog to come towards her. She had spent the night training her to come on her command, and for some unexplainable reason she did exactly what she asked.
Her mother walked after the dog, and then realized it would be too hard to catch on foot. She ran inside the house and got her keys, calling to Amber’s father to join her in the chase. They arrived outside in time to see the dog jumping onto a bus.
“Did you see that?” Her father asked incredulously. “I can’t believe the bus driver would let him get on like that!”
“Maybe they allow it now…” her mother responded, starting the car to begin their pursuit of the bus.
The truth was, Amber had picked up the dog as the bus was beginning to stop, and, as she learned the night before, the dog also became invisible.
The bus stopped at the cursed lake, and Amber and the dog jumped through the bus.
“There it is!” her mother shouted, pulling to the side and jumping out of the car.
“It’s headed for the base of the lake.”
“What is it doing? It’s digging in that little patch right there. What is that? Oh my goodness…”
“Th-that is Amber’s jacket!”
“Was she drinking?” Her mother asked aloud, holding up one of the bottles.
Her dad held up Paul’s sock. “This isn’t hers.”
Her mother pulled out her cell phone and called the police.
“Thank you Sherriff, I’m sure this has something to do with her murder. There are some bottles here, can we get DNA information from them?” she hung up the phone.
“He said he’s coming.” For the first time in a week her mother smiled. “I believe this little dog just solved our case.”

A little while later, the forensics team was on the scene, and helped identify Paul as the killer. He was arrested the next day, and could enjoy the rest of his life to think about what he had done. He would be spending his high school career in a room with bars instead of bricks.
Amber’s parents adopted the little dog they said “led them to the clues.” They named the little yorkie “Amber.”
“For some reason,” Her mother said, stroking the dog she now held in her hands, “It seems as if Amber got us to come here.”
“Now she can finally be happy and move on without any troubles,” her father agreed.
With that, Amber expected to see rays of light coming down from nowhere and everywhere at once. She closed her eyes, ready to finally move on. When she opened them again, the scene was the same. Confused, Amber went back to the cemetery, this time to view her own grave - she was rather curious to see what it looked like. She knelt down in the rectangular box of new grass next to her headstone, and felt terribly empty. She worked so hard to pass on but it seemed like that was not the plan.
When Amber finally looked up, she saw a girl about her own age, with long flowing hair and a pale face, wearing a beautiful Victorian dress; she did not look happy. Surprisingly, Amber was not afraid. The girl smiled and when Amber turned around, hundreds of people were in the cemetery, wearing clothing from all eras. A young boy stepped forward and said nonchalantly, “Welcome to the afterlife.” The girl, who introduced herself as Victoria, told Amber, “You have done everything required of you in order to see us. Now, for your patient perseverance, we will reward you. You see, we are the supreme beings, for we do not need sleep or sustenance, and we alone can help you avenge your wrongful death. You can now make a choice, and although you have eternity to make up your mind, your acquaintance Paul may not last that long.”
Victoria smiled a sinister smile. “You are with friends here, and we are the dealers of justice. We are willing to help you if you want it.” Amber took Victoria’s outstretched hand and shook it. “I agree,” Amber replied, and, turning to the congregation of ghosts, said calmly, “Let’s not lose a moment.”

Shrimp Are Known For Being Put Into Dipping Sauce

What's that little kids TV show that starts out, "Hello, It's a wonderful day"? It has like a corny British accent... I want to say The Love Bugs but that doesn't seem right at all...

Anyway, I'm kind of bummed since the Kung Fu Panda Soundtrack isn't on playlist.com, so you don't get to hear the awesome theme. It's pretty sweet.
More soundtrack excitement, I have finally found some sheet music from Batman. Corynorhinus I have found before, it's from Batman Begins, but it's a piano part. I found this, it's also a piano part (because the people who print the music are anti-violin) but it's the Dark Knight Overture.The best though is the score featuring "Introduce A Little Anarchy," "Harvey Two-Face," and, "A Dark Knight." Those are the best songs ever!!!! Well, besides all the other Batman songs...
I'll have to see if I can persuade Mrs. Tuke next year to get the score...

Okey, when you hear about an awesome superhero in San Francisco, that will be me, (don't give away my secret identity). My dad and I were looking around online one day when I asked him if there was such a thing as a grappling gun. Well, it turns out there is, and I am going to have one eventually. That will be my prime super weapon. I'll also use ninja stars probably, because those are just cool, so I can nail people up to walls and stuff by their shirts. That would be sweet. Anyway, here is the Tactical Pneumatic Launch System (T-PLS). The best part of that picture is how at the top of the page you think it's tiny, but when you scroll down it's like as tall as that guy.

I was rather upset at Barnes and Noble the other day, because they didn't have the Killing Joke comic book. It was a real bummer.

Soooo, I read half of the unabridged The Count Of Monte Cristo (approximately 750 pages) all in about two days, and I finally decided to switch to the unabridged. I finished it in about one. There are actually a lot of differences between the abridged and the unabridged. They are translated completely differently. It's quite strange. I could go off on a rant about the counselors (it relates to Monte Cristo) but I think I've already complained about them to everybody.

I also finished my writing contest entry last night. I might put it up, I might not. It depends on if anybody even wants to read it. The funny thing is about that though, is when I was revising it, my parents started noticing words I used a lot, and I used the word "had" 58 times, and "stomach" about seven. My entry was eleven double spaced pages long, so thats like, five or six a page. Wow... I have got to be more careful with those words...

So, if you would like to read my contest piece "A Helping Hand" then hit me with a comment and maybe I'll post it up, I just don't want to right now because I would have to switch computers and that sounds like a real drag.

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What If It IS Something In The Trees!

Let me start this out with a little freak-out about the fact that there are only nine days left of the term. HOLY CRAP THERE ARE ONLY NINE DAYS LEFT FOR THIS TERM!!! Yeah, I'm on page 200 of Monte Cristo still. The unabridged version. Only 1300 more...

Okay I'm done now. Really I am... I just can't believe there are only nine days left.

Just kidding. I'm really done now. Just for kicks, I decided I am going to do a little movie review. This past weekend my mom went to Portland to visit my aunt, and so I was left home with my dad and brother. Oh joy. It was okay actually, but we did end up watching a lot of movies, and in my brothers case, playing a lot of Runescape. The three movies we actually rented were The Happening, Iron man, and The Mist. I thought they were all pretty bad, so I'm going to write a review for you guys, but you should still see the movies just because I want you to waste hours of your life watching stupid, pointless movies, and being mad at yourself for wasting your own time. Hey, watch this if you like wasting time.

Movie Numero Uno: Iron man.
We watched this one Friday night. For all the hype about this movie, I was very disappointed. There were all kinds of moments while I was watching and all I could think was, "How stupid can you be?" Like when he's taken hostage, they lock him in a room full of explosives, and explosive device pieces (which he knows how to utilize) and they expect him not to escape. Also, there were many scenes that were very unrealistic. When they invent holograms, I'm going to be the first person to own one, but so far, they're just in the movies. It's pretty stupid to throw holograms into a movie if you're trying to make it look like it could happen today. The acting was also nothing special (maybe Heath Ledger has spoiled me), and the main character's goatee was driving me insane the entire time.

Moving on: The Happening.
This was the second movie we watched, this time on a Saturday. If you have this, or are planning on watching it, WATCH THE DELETED SCENES!!! There is this hilarious one... oh my goodness. I'll have to see if I can find a video for it. Nope, I just checked and it's nowhere to be found. That's too bad. The best part about that scene was that the violinist was playing the same song that I am playing right now. Anyway, the acting in this movie was also horrible, and the gore was ridiculous. It had kind of a stupid storyline, but I thought the ending was pretty good. We only got it because M. Night Shyamalan is one of my favorite Directors (Hello Sixth Sense and Lady in the Water). Anyway, I would only suggest watching it if you find horror movies humorous.

Lastly: The Mist
The acting was bad, the CGI was also bad, but the story is really good in the end. The end is really sad and powerful, but I had some questions when we got to it. This is rated R (I think The Happening is too) and it's mostly because of the language. There is one lady that you absolutely despise by the end, and I am so grateful I have never met anyone like her in real life. Oh, and this is based on the Steven King book, so you would probably like it Mr. T.

Okay, those aren't the best movie reviews, but I happen to like talking about them, so I gave it a shot.

I had some other things I was going to say, but the movie review got me to the level I needed to be, so I say adieu (and a better do than the ones you have on your head!)

"No, actually. It's Father... And this is the famous composer Igor Stravinsky... Along with the Manchester Children's Orchestra... and a few members of the Ube trbe. We're here to stop you by performing Stravinsky's Rite Of Spring, at a very specific tempo. And quickly... I have to get the children back for supper..."

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And He Slithered and He Slunk With a Smile Most Unpleasant! (When Does A Killer Not Kill?)

The first person to get the riddle, "When does a killer not kill?" wins the award of feeling special. So in the Long Halloween comic book there is a vigilante criminal that batman is trying to find dubbed "Holiday" since he or she strikes on major holidays. So, in the Riddler's words, "When does a killer not kill?" Just see if you can figure it out. Think holidays...

I know I did a blog yesterday, but I've had a ton of free time tonight, so I figured I might as well just do one now and not have to worry about it over the long break. Mr. T asked me what I was going to be for Halloween, so I will elaborate on that. If I would have planned better, a bunch of my friends and I would go as Joker thugs with my brother, since he's the Joker, and then every house we hit we could simply say we were robbing. It would be pretty cool, but like I said, I didn't plan early enough. What I am actually going to be is an 1850's southern gentleman. I got this cool bowler hat from Zurchers, and some suspenders from hot topic. The crowning jewel of my costume however, is the tie I got from riverjunction.com. I think that it is really cool. It is the first tie on that page.

Before I forget: Whatsername, track three "Introduce A Little Anarchy" is the song with the bass. See if you can hear it. It starts approximately 27 seconds in.

In other news, my LEGO Batman game keeps having all these weird glitches, and it's really starting to annoy me. I'm starting to wonder if we got one of the games before they were really supposed to be released, because I thought that they weren't supposed to come out until the next Tuesday when we bought it, but we were like... What the heck? We'll just get it now. I'm thinking that that's why we have so many glitches. It was a pre-release game, before they could get all the bugs worked out of it.

The song I have first is one of the violin songs I will be learning soon (hopefully.) I just think it is really cool. I have always loved it when two instruments are playing the exact same notes, but at different times, and it comes out sounding so amazing. The last song is the one I'm working on now, and it's not nearly as impressive, but by the end of practicing it, my arm feels like it's going to fall off. In fact, today after I practiced the hard spots and then played it all the way through, I felt my arm and it was a good ten degrees hotter than my bowing arm. This is because Vivaldi was a horrible man who couldn't make up his mind (sharp or flat? how about both!) and wanted all violinists arms to fall off. Or maybe that was Mozart. Or maybe it was both...

I do find it really ironic that the first song you learn to play as a violinist is Mozart's "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" (or the ABCs if you'd like) but the next time you play Mozart is in book nine; there are only ten books total, and books nine and ten consist of only one song each.

I believe I have reached the required word mark, and now I will attempt at fulfilling my dream of getting to bed before ten o clock.

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Dang You! Dang You All To Heck!!!

On Saturday, my family went to Park City. We stayed in this hotel, and my brother and I were way excited since it had this gigantic flat screen TV. We don't have a flat screen at our house, so whenever we see one it's like "oooh, cool." Since hotels are kind of retarded, and don't have DVD players, we brought our PS2 so we could watch Madagascar (one of the best movies ever!) and so we could also play LEGO Batman. So about an hour before my parents left to go see a David Byrne concert, I asked my dad to help me plug in the PS2. After we had it all set up, I realized that I had left the controllers at home. To make a long story short, I was rather upset. Luckily we had my dad's laptop, so at least we could watch Madahooha (not hooha, asgar!). So before we decided to just watch it on the laptop my parents suggested we just buy a movie from the directory on the hotel TV. We kept trying to press the menu button, but it wouldn't bring up the right "Menu" when we called Adam, the customer service guy, he told us he'd send somebody up. This is now 15 minutes until my parents need to go. This guy finally gets to our room, and spends about twenty five minutes trying to fix it. He announced that he was done, and my parents hurriedly left (they were a little late). After they were gone, my brother and I decided to buy Kung Fu Panda. Well, in the end, we didn't buy it, since it was 13 dollars.
Our next adventure in the Marriot was looking for a microwave. My brother called the customer service, and Adam told us to take it to the front desk. When we did, Mark (Here's your name tag Mark!!) said he couldn't do it for us, and that we had to take it downstairs to the employee break room. We went on a quest to find this employee break room, but the majority of the doors were locked, so we went back upstairs and told him we were lost. (He was actually pretty cute, which made it more awkward). This time he told us to look for the room that was green. When we got off the elevator, we saw a guy walking out of a green room. We grabbed the door before it closed, and finally found our microwave.

After we watched Madagascar, my brother went for a swim, and I worked on more of my homework, (which has taken me a total of 6 hours to do). Then, while my brother was showering off, I watched "Lockdown Pendleton Juvenile" on MSNBC. It was really unnerving, because one of the kids on that show, something Shauntee, reminded me of this kid I knew. It was kind of freaky really, because this kid in a juvenile facility reminded me of someone that I really liked. I kind of have an odd fascination with criminals. Maybe I should be a psychiatrist. It has just kind of weirded me out, because I like this person that I've never met before, who talks about how he has all kinds of disorders. SSD (social setting disorder, or something like that, which apparently simply means socializing freaks him out), ADHD, ADD (I guess they're different), Bipolar disorder, and whatever it's called when you hurt yourself. He would be considered a masochist I suppose, but he says he can't feel it when he hurts himself. I just think it's weird that whenever I see someone like that, or hear about someone, I'm kind of drawn to them. Very Strange.

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You'll Thank Me Later... (that's my line!)

So, I've been reminding myself all day long to do my blog. Here I am at eight at night doing one. Wow the week goes by fast.

Well, I'm listening to The Dark Knight, but not just for the heck of it. (Okay, maybe it is for the heck of it...) Anyway, I'm putting The Dark Knight and Batman Begins on CDs because I'm getting sick of having to plug in my iPod just to listen to it. So on my new computer, I think I mentioned before, (Thank you Mom and Dad!) You can actually use the laser that burns CDs to burn a picture on to the top of the CD. So right now I'm working on making this really awesome cover for the CD. The new computer is actually a gift and a curse, since it will soon be the family's computer.

This is about twenty minutes later... The Lightscribe application is having issues and I'm kind of bummed. My Internet is also having issues which is oh so fun. Sometimes computers are really annoying. So anyway, I've been working on this CD cover, and it's having this issue with printing. The "print using Lightscribe" should be right next to print but it's not there. Weird......

My brother, mother and I went to Savers today to look for a Halloween costume for my brother. There was one costume that came with its own hat and hair, but it was too expensive for Dylan. His idea of expensive is anything more than 5 dollars though, so that might not be saying too much. My brother's idea for a costume is The Joker. He wants to simply buy a costume online that is all one piece. Our idea (the rest of my family's) is to find each of the clothing pieces separately. I think it would be a lot cooler but there are not a lot of purple suits to go around. There should be... but there aren't.

We went to my mom's friends' houses for a get together with her work friends. The Grames' house was very nice. The Grameses were as nice as their house. Thomas' Blackberry had interesting content that my mother would not like me to share, and my brother should not have seen. Both of the other women's desserts were very good. We had apple cake with rum sauce and chocolate chip zucchini bread. I did not get to try any of the men's cooking since it was all meat or fish. It was a very entertaining... well, day.

I'm finishing up this blog now at 9:45 PM. It has taken me almost two stinking hours to do. That's alright though because I finished plenty of stuff in the meantime. I still need to sync my iPod and get The Village soundtrack on it. I am also super excited to listen to the Madagascar soundtrack. That is one of my favorite movies ever, and I never realized that the composer for the music was Hans Zimmer (my new favorite dude... almost as cool as Pythagoras, but that's another story).

Peace Out

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Like A Pretzel Hanging From A Bungee Cord

Last Monday was my birthday. Yay! So I figured it would be nice to give a shout-out to all of my bfffls (best female friends for life). Thanks to "Whatsername" the necklace is super cute and really sparklie (however sparkly? is spelled). I still need to decide what to buy at Wal-Mart though. The options are really endless. Thank you to my cello wielding friend, for the hair brush, which will actually probably come in very handy in the end, and for all the gum which I am already started to enjoy. Also for the socks, my meow meow loves them (she's a soft things addict). Kaitlyn Red Shirt didn't get me anything... I can't blame her though, topping a broken fire truck is pretty difficult.

I would also like to thank my family for their gifts. I got a new purple music stand, and my brother got me a bunch of Pokemon cards. I have this weird attraction to Pokemon cards, and if there was still a Pokemon league nearby, I would totally still play. Definitely the best though, was LEGO Batman (it's a videogame). On Saturday, I went with my dad to hang around the city while my brother was in art class. Once we picked him up to go home, my mom called and said to wait to come home for a little while. I didn't know it but she was getting my new computer set up (Thank you guys!). While we were waiting to go home we went to Graywhale and looked around. It was really weird, because LEGO Batman wasn't supposed to come out until the twenty third of September (Tuesday). Anyway, we bought it on Saturday and right now my brother is being really obnoxious trying to get me to play it instead of doing my blog for school. I read that last sentence out loud to him.

I was watching this episode of Arthur today, and every time Molly said some kind of threat to Muffy, some loud noise would happen for the duration of their conversation, then the noise would go away for the last phrase. Some of the last phrases were "Like a pretzel hanging from a bungee cord" and "like a snake sucking cheese through a water hose". Molly is so cool. She's this skateboarding fourth grader with a cut off jean jacket and she hangs out with Binky and his "cool" fourth grade friends.

I think it's about time for a playlist change. No, this does not mean anything besides Batman music, but it will be in a different order and I'm planning on adding some things from the village soundtrack. It's kind of a bummer, LEGO Batman doesn't have Hans Zimmer and James Newton Howard's soundtrack for the videogame.

I really like the LEGO videogames because they're cute and fun for anyone. The controls are easy to understand and the game plays really well. There's plenty to do so you can also play it for a long time. Whenever you talk to someone about any of the games, they always tell you how much fun they are, whether they're 3 or 9 or 90. Lots of parents I know play it with their kids. The best part of it is how the LEGO characters never say anything (they just kind of mwah mwah mwah, like they're from a Peanuts cartoon) but you understand exactly what they're saying.

Lastly, I would like to conclude this blog with something that happened to me this week. I gave my violin teacher a CD of The Dark Knight a few weeks ago, and then yesterday when I had my lesson she was like "Track eight is my absolute favorite!" so I whipped out my iPod and sure enough, track eight is Like a Dog Chasing Cars, which happens to also be my favorite. That's why its numero uno on my playlist right now.


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"Hello, Bob!"

So, I have recently noticed that a lot of the people that I hang around have either really dramatic lives, or they hate pretty much everyone. I guess that would count for a more dramatic life, even if the drama is created by you. I do not have a dramatic life, and I honestly don’t dislike anyone, and I don’t have fights with anyone. It must be because I’m such a nice person. (Now I’m going to get a whole bunch of anonymous messages that say “Well you sure were mean to me, and I can hold a grudge!” I don’t think I do many mean things. If I do I’m sorry). I just thought it was really weird the way teenagers have to have these movie style lives.

I watch this show that is filmed in Canada, Degrassi. It is basically just the lives of a bunch of teenagers. The weird thing about it though, is the way these teenagers are represented. It might be different up north, but these teenagers are going to parties all the time, these thirteen year old kids are going out, and I’m left wondering, “Is any of this even real?” Are there people that do go to parties on a nightly basis, and I am just not aware of this? The more people I talk to the more confused I become because no one says that their teenage years are (or were) like that. Why do the television companies like to distort our own image? They are not influencing us in a positive way, and I don’t think it makes the show any more exciting. It would be much more interesting to see these characters overcome personal struggles and hardships, rather than watching them go to school with a hangover.

On to a completely different subject, my mom took my computer to the doctor. If I haven’t already told you, a few months ago I pretty much killed my computer because I accidentally downloaded this virus that send itself to people through MSN Messenger. It was bad news, and my computer never really got over it’s sickness. Anyway, I’ve been really busy lately, and haven’t had any time to just relax and mess around on the internet or play “The Sims” my best friend (/s if you count my individual simians). Now that Mr. Computer is visiting the doctor for a three day check-up, I have all this free time. It’s a total bummer.

This is not quite as serious (haha why so serious?) as the beginning of my blog. Mostly I just wanted to mention some of the random stuff I was doing, or thinking about. I just finished reading “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford.” The title of my blog this time around are the words Ed Kelly said right before killing Robert Ford. I just thought that was worth mentioning. It really is a good book, you don’t know whether you should love, hate, or sympathize with Bob Ford. Personally, I feel bad for him. He sort of reminds me of Batman. He does the world a favor, ending this criminal’s life, but everyone still hates him. Speaking of Batman, the LEGO batman video game is coming out shortly, and I’m very excited. The previous LEGO video games, (Indiana Jones, Star Wars one and two) are so much fun.

I guess I’m ending this one on a positive note.

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1st (Real) Blog Post

So, you're probably wondering what's up with the joker. Well, it turns out we're all wondering. He's kind of psycho. Anyway, I'm not completely sure what to write about, so I'm just going to talk about why I put the things on my blog that I did.

First off, we have Mr. Clown here. I only put that there to get extra credit from Mr. Thompson. Just kidding... although extra credit sounds good if he still wants to give it to me. No, it turns out that I just happen to really like Heath Ledger as The Joker. People always ask me if I really like Batman, since I've seen the movie three times, and I tell them, "No, I actually hate batman." This usually gives me a quizzical look and that is the best thing ever.

Now, up to about 2 months ago, I listened to nothing but hard core rock, screamo, stuff like that, but then, I rediscovered one of the best genres of music ever! Soundtracks were one of my favorite things to listen to when I was a lot younger and now they are once again my new favorite, and I am seriously considering taking down my My Chemical Romance posters to replace with pictures of James Newton Howard or Hans Zimmer. I told my friends I'm switching musical religions. They didn't think it was very funny. I'm usually into darker things, and the Batman Begins soundtrack is incredible. When I first heard it I was like, "Wow, I have really been missing out." Then my family took a trip down to Moab, and on the four hour drive back I tried putting my iPod on shuffle. Let's just say I listened to the same twelve songs I would have anyway.

Ever since I started listening to Batman Begins (which you have now sampled if your computer allowed you to listen to my playlist), I asked my dad to order The Dark Knight soundtrack. It took way too long to finally get here, but it was definitely worth the wait. The way that Hans Zimmer and James Newton Howard captured everyone's emotions in the movie is truly incredible. They reserved some of the same effects from Batman Begins for special use with Scarecrow, and created a whole new sound for The Joker, and a Batman with renewed strength. They used bizarre instruments to create strange new sounds, and it all works so well. The Joker is both dark and euphoric, and the soundtrack perfectly captures that.

When I finally get a display picture up, It will be either be a picture of The White Violin, a Supervillian from my favorite comic book "The Umbrella Academy", The Rumor, a Superhero from "The Umbrella Academy" or a picture of Brad Pitt in "The Assassination Of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford." That is the book I am currently trying to finish reading (let's just say that that isn't the most exciting last third of a book that I've ever read). I thought the movie was really good, almost as good as Batman. Its a lot better though if you've read the book first, because when you only watch the movie it doesn't make very much sense. It has too many characters to learn in only two hours. I would definitely recommend "The Assassination..." to anybody who likes the Old West. I suppose this concludes my first blog for Honors English. I hope it was enlightening...


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Blog Post #1

Hello world!