New Years Eve

It is now, with the taste of Raspberries in my mouth and the clock two hours early that I bring in the New Year.
I just finished Lauralot's AMAZING Fic 'Shadow Selves'.
If you like Batman and online literature, I insist you go read it.
Warning: You'll have to start at the beginning of the series, which is equally as amazing.
I also insist that you go watch EvilIguanaProductions videos.
Always wonderful, between Allen's shirtlessness and Craig's wonderful Chicago accent, it is truly the best thing YouTube has let on the website.
Wow, I mind as well just re-name the blog 'Shameless Plugs R Us'.
With a backwards R of course.
A lot has changed this year, a great lot.
Shall I list a few?
I shall?
I knew you'd say that!
Too bad I'm not going to, because I'm lazy.
I am happy the year is ending though.
Mostly because I want to see what the hell is going to happen to Mexico this year. Apparently they have a problem with the number 10.
Smacked right in the forehead with a 'Screwed' stamp.
Either way, happy new year citizens of the 9th division!

Beatles: I told you about strawberry fields. You know the place where nothing is real. Well here's another place you can go Where everything flows. Looking through the bent backed tulips To see how the other half live Looking through a glass onion.

El Guapo

There's nothing going on.
I'm just posting to avoid doing my work I suppose...
World History homework is my El Guapo.
You know?
From the Three Amigos?
No?
Shame.
Here's the inspirational message of the day I guess: "In a way, each of us has an El Guapo to face. For some, shyness might be their El Guapo. For others, a lack of education might be their El Guapo. For us, El Guapo is a big, dangerous man who wants to kill us. But as sure as my name is Lucky Day, the people of Santa Poco can conquer their own personal El Guapo, who also happens to be *the actual* El Guapo!"
There Now, now don't you want to go watch Three Amigos?
No?
Shame again.

Beatles: It's been a long time, now I'm coming back home, I've been away now, oh how I've been alone, Wait till I come back to your side, We'll forget the tears we cried.

The Road to El Dorado

Its paved with ice apparently.
Here's the story:
Parox came over Monday and we watched Mythbusters and Batman with Jack Nicholson, ate Pizza from Walgreens, and pigged out on leftover Christmas cookies. Then the Parents came home with their toadies, so we went upstairs and tried to watch Batman Returns, but we fell asleep before Catwoman blew anything up.
The next morning is when things got interesting.
The plan was for Parox to go home at 11:00, but she decided to come to the Mall (of America) with my Mom and I. But for reasons that remain unexplained to this day, my Mom changed her mind and we couldn't go to the Mall. So the plan morphed into 'Say, lets walk to Highland and see Avatar'.
So one EvilIguana video later we were on the road to El Dorado.
I hate ice.
So so much.
It might even have been better just to wear skates. Alot more suitable for these conditions.
With the fact that we had to walk super slow and the fact that we left with thirty minutes to spare combined, mixed well and baked, it adds up to us being 15 minutes late for the movie. So we just said Screw it and we went to White Rock Cafe where we whiled away an hour drinking Hot Cocoa and talking about random things.
Afterwards we ran through the cold to arrive at Half Price books, where I procured a copy of Memoirs of a Geisha. Then we perused the videos and I got Breakfast at Tiffany's, The Blair Witch Project, and West Side Story.
We were in the lower level of Half Price books when we got the call.
It was Parox's friend, whom shall be called Rayne, asking if we'd like to go to (ironically) the Mall.
You are correct my friend.
So we immediately set out on the road once more.
Colder than ever, we tramped and slipped our way up the hills of truth and the mountains of anarchy, we were almost there when machine gun fire riddled numerous vehicles and a fierce battle in the Olive Garden of good and evil raged on, blowing holes in the street, where many valiant comrades fell into the sewer below.
Diving underneath enemy fire, and tossing grenades to ward of armies of droids, we ran to Parox's house. We were a block away when what can only be described as a tank rolled down the street. Actually it was Parox's car, and they were picking us up because we were taking too long. We climbed into the vehicle and watched victorious as enemy soldiers slithered away into the open drainpipe.
Actually I made all that up.
So we got to the mall, and walked around, shopped a little and had some miraculous Panda Express. Then we sat and waited at the door, then Rayne and the man known only as Anonymous showed up.
We talked a while, and then this guy came up to us and started talking about God, so we decided we better get the hell outta there.
Parox's mom brought me home, where I watched The Blair Witch Project and Paranormal Activity before going to bed.
And that's what happened.
This morning I finished my History paper, and now I'm going to go and do my Algebra homework.
Ta.

Beatles: Ring my friend I said you'd call Doctor Robert, Day or night he'll be there anytime at all, Doctor Robert, Doctor Robert, you're a new and better man, He helps you to understand, He does ev'rything he can, Doctor Robert.

The Morning After

Well, here we are my friends.
With either our assorted hangovers, our need for more sleep, or just needing some deep fried pancakes made by Paula Dean.
That poor woman can never cook a Ham again....
That's beside the point.
I will have you know that I'm sitting here typing this in my Christmas present.
Yeah folks.
I have received a Snuggie.
And they are not as ridiculous as they first appear.
.....They're actually really warm.
I can sit in my basement without socks on now!
At least, more so than I did before.
Christmas this year was the best Christmas ever, I half expected SpongeBob to jump out of nowhere and start singing 'The Best Day Ever'.
Christmas Eve went really well. Besides it being really friggin hot in that house, and my obnoxious cousins bouncing off the walls, distributing physical abuse, and shooting marshmallows at people with a Marshmallow gun my Uncle made.
That part sucked.
Then they left and it was all good again.
My Aunt Mary brought out this game called SmartAss, which we played for a good two and a half hours.
By then it was 10:00, so we left. The Parents went to bed so my Brother and I watched A Christmas Story together, but we suffered a Crash from all the sugar we had so we went to bed.
The Next morning, I got up and we opened our presents (Snuggie) and then we had Eggbake, which I never like, but apparently Christmas makes everything taste good.
After that we played a bunch of games. Such as the Rock Em Sock Em robots that Buzz received, and Taboo, the gift that my Mom bought, put in my hands and said 'Wrap it because you're giving it to me'.
Okaay.
Then we had Dinner/Lunch/Dinch/Lunner, which was also delicious (Green Bean Casseroooole).
My Brother had to leave then, which bummed us out, so my Dad and Stace watched The Hangover, and my Sister consoled herself with the Pino Grigio.
But it all turned out alright, because we played Sorry and had a grand old time. Afterward, my mom and Buzz made a Snowman and we had Pie (Dutch. Apple).
After another rousing game of Taboo which my Dad and I dominated, my Sister, Stace, and Buzz left, and I watched Snow White.
The Parents then went to bed, and I watched Ghost Adventures until I fell asleep in the Chair, resulting in back pain and me waking up at 2:19 that morning, and clumsily making my way up to my room where I proceeded to pass out on the bed.
Slept great though.
Good Christmas.
And more importantly, good morning to wake up to.
The sun was shining.
I half expected The Beatles to jump out and start singing 'Dear Prudence'.

Beatles: A taste of honey... tasting much sweeter than wine. I dream of your first kiss, and then, I feel upon my lips again, A taste of honey... tasting much sweeter than wine.

Christmas Eve Eve

Its Christmas Eve Eve people!
Is everyone excited or is it just me?
I'll probably hang out with Ela today, seeing as she wants me to see Yes Man and I want her to see Shakespeare in Love.
Then tonight my brother is coming from out of town and we're going to go to dinner, then come back and dream of sugar plums or something like that, I don't really remember.
Atonement is still coming along, I love McEwan's style of writing. It has a spectacular flow to it.
Go read it.
Now.
Shoo.
Besides that, the Parents will be back soon, and I know they dislike it when I waste my time venting my thoughts to the world, so I better skedaddle.
I probably won't be on Tomorrow, seeing as its Christmas Eve, and everyone will be be in Angry/Panic Mode, and I won't be on tonight because when my Brother comes he takes our Basement for his living quarters, and of course, our computer is down here.
So I'll just say Merry Christmas now, and wish all my family (who I won't be seeing) and my friends (who I'll most likely not be in contact with) and my lovely readers (who I certainly won't be seeing) a very Merry Christmas.
"But I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to all, and to all..."
A Dark Knight!

Beatles: We said our goodbyes (on the night before), Love was in your eyes Now today I find, you have changed your mind, Treat me like you did the night before. Were you telling lies (on the night before)?

Sisters

I know there was a reason I was posting, I just can't remember it....
Dang.
I hate it when people forget things, which is quite ironic.
I suppose I could be talking about Christmas, or family or what I'm thinking,but there really is nothing going on.
Besides my headache, but that's Parr for the chorus.
This is why I hate having days off at my school.
I have basically nothing to do, because my friends are all in school, so its all quiet and creepy and all I can do is watch T.V and try to make my way through Atonement (which is a lovely book I might add.)
Its a little better in the summer when I can escape to the park, but in the winter when everything is icy and cold it isn't so pleasant to be outside.
Cleaned the basement today, so now everything smells like Febreeze and that stuff they use in the swiffer wet jets...
I'm watching this freaky movie Sisters right now.
Very Mysterious......
And bizarre.
Possibly scarring.
Margot Kidder is great. She does alot of horror movies.
Like Black Christmas, which is available to watch online for all those with a Netflix account.
I may watch it if I'm not busy later. Its a great movie.
Not really ENLIGHTENING to the holiday season, but a good horror movie none the less.
And believe me, its not nearly as racist as it sounds.
Just kidding, its just about a killer in a sorority house.
Original huh?
You bet.
I'm hungry, I'ma go make lunch.
Have a very White/Black Christmas.
(Not really)

Beatles: Paperback writer, paperback writer. Dear Sir or Madam will you read my book, It took me years to write will you take a look, Based on a novel by a man named Lear, And I need a job, So I want to be a paperback writer, Paperback writer.

Molly Smiles

Okay God, this one was personal.
According to Yahoo, whose information I have always trusted, there has been another death in the gilded cage that is Hollywood.
Brittany Murphy died at 32 yesterday after going into cardiac arrest.
That was a LOW low...
I'm still in shock.
This was even more shocking to me than when Micheal Jackson died, yet I didn't cry like I did when Patrick Swayze died.
I guess when the shock completely wears off it'll come.
But still, she was 32 friggin years old.
She was talented, beautiful, and a good person, and that is not something you find every day.
She starred in one of my favorite movies, Uptown Girls.
In that movie she played Molly, a role which always vaguely reminded me of my older sister, and so in every movie I saw her in afterwards I always thought of her that way.
In a way, she was every ones big sister, in whatever role she played.
I'll always see her as Molly.
And I'll miss her.
And in light of the Christmas season, I send condolences to her family.
But I'm slacking now, when I'm supposed to be working on my papers, so I'll go.
R.I.P Brittany.
You will be missed.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HZm4lvztVA

Beatles: Oh yeah alright, are you gonna be in my dreams tonight? And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make. Ah –

Mission Impossible

Hey, guess what?
Something actually happened in my life.
Amazing right?
Two things actually.
The first is the bad news.
Here goes: My Grandma's Great Dane Lexi, who was one of my favorite animals of all time, died this week. Apparently she contracted a cancer, and there wasn't much more the vets could do about it, so they had to put her down.
I loved Lexi. She was just a really good dog. Very gentle, and very sweet, and you could always pet her and be close to her and she'd be close right back.
She was always a great animal, and I know that it won't be the same at my Grandma's without her.
I'll miss her.
The second bit of news is some stuff from school.
This week was our end of semester, and in my Artistry class, our teacher Genevieve had the bright idea that we should talk about the person to our left and how they've grown as 'both a person and an artist'.
...
Be with me.
So everything was going really well, I talked about Jordan Malm (like Ikea) and then came Bailey's turn to talk about me.
Bailey and I talk to each other and we're friendly to each other, but we don't know each other very well, because she came later in the semester.
So she talked about me, and it was nice, and very short.
Thats when Genevieve askes if anyone has anything to add.
My hand to God, every single person in the room raised their hand.
It was simultaneously lovely and tragic.
So Genevieve gets all flustered and is like "Oh...oh, okay uh...we'll just go in a circle".
And we did go in a circle.
And every single person in the room, even our viscious gay Spencer, is saying nice things about me.
"I love your independance"
"You're so funny"
"I thought you were weird at first, but now you're okay"
"I can't go through a day without your side comments"
Swear to God, all of the things I just mentioned were true.
It was...kinda weird.
But I loved it.
Because thats the way I am.
My goal has been reached.
Everyone in my track likes me.
Mission Impossible has just become possible.
Booyah.

Beatles: I'd rather see you dead, little girl, Than to be with another man. You'd better keep your head, little girl, Or I won't know where I am. You'd better run for your life if you can, little girl, Hide your head in the sand, little girl.

Cold Outside

I wish I could find the assholes that wrote 'Cold Outside', and tell them that they have no idea what cold is...
THIS is cold.
Supposed to get a blizzard tonight, maybe no school tomorrow.
Probably will though.
Pretty busy, got to get back to work.
No current news beside the showcase next Tuesday.

Beatles: Just let me hear some of that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lost it, Any old time you use it It's gotta be rock roll music If you wanna dance with me

A Christmas Story

Its not just for Peter Billingsley anymore.
Now its mine....
This Christmas has now begun to become shrouded in the dark and condescending cloud that looms overhead whenever a new decision is made about specific joyous holidays.
What is the name of this cloud you ask?
Family disappointment.
Every year we celebrate Christmas Eve with my Dads family, and then spend Christmas Day with my Moms family.
And it all works out okay in the end.
But this year....
It turned.
We've decided to spend Christmas alone this year, with just my Mom, my Dad, my Brother, my Sister, the Kid, and my Sisters guy, whom shall be known as Stace.
And, as you can imagine, this is creating a relatively smal- HUGE, problem this Holiday Season.
What with family being intensely disappointed over the absence of family members who are just a puffickly Huh-Yooge part of the holiday.
I'm laughing, you just can't see it...
Unless this is like some bizarre 'When A Stranger Calls' scenario...
Needless to say, I couldn't care less. I like Christmas the way it usually is, but I also want to see what spending Christmas with just my family is like.
Might be fun.
I just kinda wish people would stop buying me stuff, mostly because once they buy it, they like to hang it over your head like an old dead goose.
Example: "I bought your Christmas present today, you should clean the house"
I'd almost be happier not getting anything at all.
Although I do want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle...
Because Flick says he saw some Grizzly Bears down by Pulaski's Candy store.

Beatles: They're gonna put me in the movies. They're gonna make a big star out of me. We'll make a film about a man that's sad and lonely, and all I gotta say is act naturally