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Hey guys!

So there was stuff I was gonna write about, but it's been a while, so I'll be brief.

The Hunger Games is awesome. Go watch it.

Also, gmail was being an ass, so it took me forever to figure out how I could log on so that I could post. It turns out that the username I used to create the account was my email address, but the account wasn't actually like connected to that account and it was just my username, which is highly confusing and I don't recommend it. (I also don't recommend attempting to understand that last sentence.)


So!

It's September again. Whee. I had a fairly nice summer, went to a few fairs, hung out with some pretty awesome people, and spent an absurd amount of time sleeping and playing pointless games on the computer.

Also, the view from the roof of your local school is probably quite nice. At least, the view from mine is. Also nice are those lovely Piggly Wiggly t-shirts that come in spectacular shades of neon. Combining the two is another thing I don't recommend, however, since some people seem to get quite fussy about people being on school roofs, and neon makes you far too easy to identify(Children, heed me on this: If you're going to break the law, don't do it while wearing neon).


Oh, and I started high school. Yay. (feel free to take that sarcasticly) I don't think I've actually been able to figure out where my locker is without taking the long way through both hallways at least once between classes. On the upside, though, there's lots of awesome people in my classes, even if they keep putting me in the freaking corner(It sucks being a W. You know how many teachers seat you alphebetically by last name? Pretty much every fraking one.)


The Zipper! (The carnival ride, not what's on your pants)
I was going to ramble on about that, wasn't I?
Right.
Well, let me say that unless you enjoy being flipped upside down for what feels like wayy to long, then the anticipation is actually better then the ride. Also, don't wear flipflops. They have an irritating tendency to come off and end up flying up around your head, and if what's on the bottom of your flipflops is anything near as nasty as mine, you don't want that anywhere near your face.

Avengers!

So I went to the movies to see Avengers the other day.

Exciting, no? I went with my friend, my sister, and my mom.

Yeah, I know. I have no life.


So, I'm probably like the least qualified person on the planet to judge this movie, for various reasons. A., I've never seen Batman, Ironman, Superman, or Captin America. In fact, I didn't even know there was a Captan America until recently. My only experience with The Hulk was a 5 minute long portion of a movie, where a big green man rips apart a house, and some blonde chick runs around screaming. The only superhero movie I have seen all the way through is Spiderman, and, as the whole thing was in Spanish, my comprehension level was pretty low.

Ok, my biggest reason for going was because I'm a Whedon fangirl. Sorry, superhero lovers.

So, anyway, there are a few(totally unqualified)things I'd like to say about the Avengers:

1) Loki is awesome. (The horns that randomly sprout from his head are good for jokes, too)

2) Why are there no girl superheros? There's that one chick in black(I thought someone said she was the Black Widow, but I'm miss clueless here, and that meant next to nothing in my book), but aside from that, it's all testosterone and big muscles. No evil temptress, even.

3) Seeing the other superhero movies would totally have been a plus.

4) What's with the ending clip? "To attack Earth would be to court death", or something? WTF, producers. That is one of the worst "make you wanna watch the sequel" ending I have ever seen(excepting the one in the 1st half of Breaking Dawn. The Volturi are not supposed to pretend to be funny).

5) Thor is totally hot.


So, now that you've read the planet's most unqualified movie review(written by your's truely), I bid you adiu! Later I shall post about the begining of summer, the failings of the Zipper, and prehaps an infinately-more-qualified opinion of The Hunger Games movie.


P.S

In case I haven't made it clear:

Go see the movie. See it now. It is awesome. It is directed by Joss Whedon, therefor it is awesome.

P.P.S

If you don't know who Whedon is, that is sad.  Go watch Serenity, or maybe Firefly, you sad, sad person.

I Found Waldo!

It occured to me the other day that I haven't posted on here in ages. So that's what I'm doing. Posting. Yup.

Anyway, I  found Waldo. You know, those obnoxious picture books full of stripes? I hated those things as a kid, mostly because I was so freaking bad at them. This Waldo, though, happened to be at the market, not in some dinky picture book. Actually, there was like five. Yes. There was a bunch of random people in stripey suit things, running around by the capitol. I think there was something called "crazy-legs" going on, which I guess accounts for at least the legs of the costumes.

Also, I have decided to be a legendary roof hobo when I get old enough to be a hobo, however old that is. I shall live in Chicago and live on people's roofs, and jump from roof to roof like superwoman, and if you catch me, I will give you doughnuts. Legendary roof hobo. You heard it here first.

Hey, do you remember that? When you knew what you were going to be, and why, and the sky was the limit, because I was going to be a princess, by god! Or an actor, or an author, or a painter, or a juggler, or a vet, or a firefighter, or a taxidermist, or whatever the heck it was. You know, for a year or two there, I wanted to be a collage student. Why? Because all the collage students I knew were awesome, and I wanted to be just like them(Hey! Jeremy! Matt! You people! Yeah! You! I'm talkin' 'bout you!). Weird, right? And people were always like "oh, you should be an author" or "You should write a book!, since I read so much. See, no one got it. I didn't want to be an author. I didn't want to make the books-I wanted to read them. But that was silly, so I told them I already was, and that was that. Actually, even though I didn't want to be an author, I did try to write something once. It involved mermaids and my best friend(Yo! Skitts! Yup. You were a mermaid!), and was pretty much a complete rip-off from the Fairy Realm books, which happened to be my favorite series at the time. Actually, I ran across that series at my library recently, and was astonished to find that, as opposed to what I'd thought, there were like 10 books. I'd thought I'd read the whole series, and there was a whole bunch of books I'd never even heard of! I thought about reading them, but I was too busy with trying to read Shine in one day for Battle Of The Books, and then I forgot.

Alright! Random question time! If you could go back to one time in your life, when would it be? Only back, not forward.
Me, I'd go back to when I was eight. I liked being eight.  No one had moved yet, most of my friends lived within a block, I had no real enemies, there was no huge last-minute English projects, and no one minded much if an eight-year-old tore through their backyard. Nowadays, none of my friends are in walking distance, I've been told quite a few people dislike me, I've got school 5 days a week, and the last time I wandered into someone's backyard, they told me it was private property.
    Or yesterday. Yesterday was pretty fun, or at least the last three minutes of school were.
Or maybe I'd try being a baby again. Being a baby seems boring though, so that'd be a last resort.

Well, I'm off. Maybe I'll actually remember about this little bloggy thing sooner than 7 months from now, but no promises.