Today, a group of our friends gathered at the local park to play soccer. It wasn't their fault that it rained about an hour before we left, and therefore was a mini sauna outside due to humidity.
But it was still hot.
My original plans were to just stay home and be a hermit, but I was sworn in as my brother's driver (since, I have my driver's license now. did I say?) and so I gathered up two of my books from my pile (Hamlet and The Beekeeper's Apprentice) and shuffled on out to the park, where I spent the first half laying in the shade on a picnic bench and reading. I was still hot. but, at least I didn't appear to be, as afterwards, one of my brother's friends came up and said, "While we are out here sweating and looking gross, you are over here, laying down, reading and looking very comfortable"
well thank you.
I did have to leave halfway through to get Gatorade for some red faced brothers who informed me that they would be thirsty, extremely so, afterwards. And that was a whole adventure. Driving to our locally owned gas station and trying to use my brother's debt card. And feeling so stupid each time it was rejected. And having the urge to say, "It's not my card, actually", unless they begin to think that this dinged up, scratched debt card was actually your dinged up, scratched debt card (I keep mine beautifully flawless. OCD. ya know).
But then, I realized, saying, "It's not my card, actually" only sounded a whole lot worse. Naturally, I realized that after saying it.
So, in the end, I ended up paying for it, and decided, while I was using my own money, might as well get me something to drink too. And so I bought a Peace Tea company Pink Lemonade Tea to try.
And fell in love.
Hello new favorite.
Peace Tea.
I love you.
Even though my brothers now insist I'm on the road to being a hippie for drinking something with a peace sign and bright colors on it.
It's seriously the best though.
I got back, and they were pretty much finished playing, and therefore, didn't get in as much reading as I'd like to have done.
But I chatted awhile with my friend Kayla, and that was loverly. I really enjoy talking to her.
And then, we had to leave.
But, I have a ponponderance, what is the 'pink' that makes Pink lemonade? Is it strawberry? Because Pink Lemonade has a fruity, sweeter, pinkish taste to it, and it has to be more than simply dye coloring.
Anyway, after dinner, I started on Hamlet (since I'd only read The Beekeeper's Apprentice while at the park). It's the sort that I felt needed to be read aloud, so while my brother washed dishes, I perched on a bar stool, and read it aloud to him.
Is Hamlet supposed to be funny? Because I found the first five pages absolutely hilarious.
Seriously, if you are trying to talk to a ghost, maybe you should actually shut up and give it room to talk.
just my thoughts.
(Horatio, looking at you. shut.up. Ok? The ghost probably walked away because you wouldn't shut the trap).
And then Bernardo, Marcellus and Horatio's whole:
Ber: T'is here!
Hor: T'is here!
Mar: T'is gone.
had me laughing.
was that even supposed to be funny?
Ah, but yes. that was my day. Pink lemonade tea and hamlet.
This Saturday was a little bit busy this Saturday. First off, Evan participated in a 5K. He has really gotten into doing them, and since My Dad's friend, My Photography Mentor, and our Town's Fire-chief (all the same guy, BTW) is also into them, our little bitty town has more then it's fair share if them. He keeps Evan updated on upcoming runs, Where they will be, and how much the entry fee is.
Evan, pre-race.
This was Evan's second 5K,and the first one I got to watch, The first one Evan did was really early, and I had a garage sale going on. He got a free shirt, Backpack, and some other random stuff sponsors put in the backpack. (My family's Catering was a sponsor. Thought you needed to know. ^.^)
Don't mind the shirtless idiots in the front, please.
Evan started off at a good pace, and since his first race was finished at 20 something minutes (thats like, unheard of for a first timer) we fully expected much of him. The first runner came in at 17 something minutes. THAT guy got a GRANDE applause. 17 minutes is, just wow. Then 20 minutes came and went...22...23..26..28..29.....
At 30 Minutes, 9 seconds, he came in, yelling, "I'm gonna Puke!!". Which stirred some laughter. We learned that along the trail, he HAD gotten thrown up, due to way to much Gatorade before the run. And THAT is slowed him down. Even so, we were proud of him, since that was a pretty good timing still, and he was about in the middle.
But, Zack also deserves some hooray. I think he was the youngest runner, and the little brother of my Bestie. He did REALLY good.
After the 5K, we had to go to a fish fry hosted by my Daddy's boss. Ok, ok..I'm hearin' ya..."But what about your Veggie only diet?". WEEELLLLL...it's kinda been altered. ya see, the littles couldn't do it. Basically, we were making them healthy at the risk of starving them. lol. Well, ok. It wasn't THAT extreme. But there weren't getting enough protein. So, at breakfast, we Juice with 1 boiled egg. Then for lunch, we have Salad with home made Ranch. OH MY GOODNESS. I'm never going back to Hidden Valley!!! and at Dinner we have meat with 2 Veggie sides. But we have cut out ALL Bread stuffs. Which, we think, was pretty much the problem. Our bodies can't process Bread and Carbohydrates. So, out it goes. Almost. Because, I had Hush Puppies yesterday. I regret nothing.
It's always a little awkward for me when we go to Daddy's work gatherings, as I kinda sit there and look pretty while feeling out of place. I'm not good at just 'meshing' with people. lol
But this time wasn't so bad. The food was good (all food cooked with Southern heart is...for the most part). I would take pictures (Apparently, I was the only one who thought about bringing a camera. But then, I promised Camryn to use her more often, so I'm bringing her everywhere with me again) and people would ask to see it, even if they weren't in it. Didn't bother me too much. ^.^. (note...do I use >>>^.^<<<< That smiley face to much?)
In an effort to be somewhat healthy amongst all the fried stuff, baked beans, and other goodness, I ate ine of these. They had the Kabobs (Oh Mirriam. You hath ruined my with Eristor's Kelbabs, or whatever they are....) stuff in a halved Watermelon. And while it was a pretty neat display idea, my inner frugal, pack rat, waste nothing persona cried out at the wasted Half Watermelon. Oh well. Oh, and Zeb commented, "Those Swiss Roles are the best fruit I have ever eaten". Little brothers. I declare.
It was a really pretty day. A nice breeze, and it wasn't at all hot. Thats a lot, coming from Me, the girl who'd rather stay inside, is a extreme Summer hater, and as white as a Vampire. The only problem was the Mayflies. Oh ho ho ho. I hate those bugs. I hate bugs period. I've decided, the only 'nice' bug is a Butterfly and Wolf Spider. Outside of that, they can all be put into a capsule, shuttled off to the sun and die for all I care. And if the little pesks FLY. No. I just can't do it. I honestly was freaking out. It took awhile for me to fully calm down to the fact that there were bugs flying around everywhere and that landing on you seemed to be their main goal in life. I went to roll the windows down to the van, as I didn't want them to get in there, When I get into the van, its supposed to be a safe haven. But there was already one in there. I could not get the keys out of the ignition because I was close to hyperventilating. It was silly. and crazy. And awkward. Mama had to come out and do it. yeah.
And then, I did something brave. As you might have noticed from the Mayfly incident, I'm not a very brave person. I like to think I am, but I know I'm not. I get petrified of heights, of bugs, of deep water. and normally, I except that fact, and keep on being my timid self. But, Saturday, I decided to step out and be brave. Maybe the Mayflies helped me get over the deep water, I mean, I had battled these bugs all day and only lost my cool, like, 3 times. Which was really good. Trust me. Well, My dad's boss had his boat out on the water, and was giving people rides on it if they wanted. All my siblings, except Ruby (she takes after her big sister more then I'd like to admit..lol) wanted to. And I decided, "Ya know what, I'm gonna do this". Now, let me back up to Last 4th of July. I was made to go tubing because I had wanted to at first, then decided it was much to scary for a mouse such as I, but my Mama made me stick to it. I was holding on so tight the whole tubing experience, I had to pry my right hand off of the grips. Honey, I was NOT falling into that 'Eel infested waters'. So, getting on a boat was a big thing for me. But I did, and while I was terrified the first part, I began actually enjoying it towards the end. But I also had some psychological though going on as to WHY I am scared of boats. And I figured out why. And, My fear of Boats and Ferris Wheels are actually connected. Yes, I have a great fear of those wheels.
When was little, we went to this theme park called 'Wild Adventures' a lot, and when we got on the Ferris Wheel, I would go on with my brothers and Daddy. And as soon as we got to the top, all 3 of those knuckle heads would start rocking the car while laughing while I cried and pleaded for them to stop all while holding on to the middle pole for dear life.
Then, lets go forward some. We are now on a retreat at Orlando FL, and Daddy rented a peddle boat. Him, Me, Evan and Zeb all go out on it. What happens when we get to the middle of the lake? They start rocking. Same story. I'm crying and pleading for them to stop, and they are all having the time of their lives.
Notice the connection?
Thus, i have now placed the blame of my emotional problems on them, and my life will now be cheery. As, 1) I'm never getting on a Ferris Wheel with them. and 2) No more peddle boats. Even by myself. Just sturdy boats.
I have rather been slacking in posting about my hectic life, haven't I? Well, here's to making up for it!
Mother's Day was pretty eventful in two ways, one of which greatly leans on the other.
1) We were also celebrating my little Sister Kyla's birthday! Even though her actually day of birth was yesterday.
2) The last day we got to eat normal food.
Let me explain. My Family has a lot of ailments. I have Bursitis in my knees, my brother Evan has SOMETHING funny going up with his knees. My Dad has Sleep problems, Mama has Gall Bladder issues and Chronic Migraines (I have Migraines 50% of the time my head hurts as well). All my little sisters have headaches at least once a week. Thats not a healthy family, peoples. So, to try to fix these ailments, my Family and I are going through a total diet change. No, we aren't going on a diet, we are CHANGING our diet. But to do so, we have to completely reboot our bodies. So, for 30 days, we'll be eating/consuming nothing but produce. Can you imagine how difficult that is for my family of meat lovers? Hey, we own a BBQ catering business!!
I've held up pretty well these 2 days, since I'm not a massive meat lover. But my siblings have been talking amongst themselves:
"Remember when we used to eat Krispy Kream Donuts?"
"How does a McDonald's Cheeseburger with cheese just dripping off of it sound?"
I try telling them it's not making stomaching the juice any better. The juice? Oh, forgot to tell you about that. Not only are we only consuming produce, but in order for us to get big quantities of it, we are juicing it together, and chugging. fast. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Yeah, it's tough, but doable.
Now, lets get on with Mum's day 2012.....
Before heading off to my Grandparent's for the day, We celebrated Kyla's birthday. One thing she requested was an egg war. I politely declined being involved in the actual war. Too messy for me. And I have a bad memory associated with Eggs on my head...But they had fun! As you can ^see^.
While opening her presents, these little cuties were doing what they do best...being the sweetest Titus and Shiloh I know! Honestly, I don't know what I'd do without them.
Kyla's presents! Chapstick from her little sisters (Kyla is a chapstick addict) a Tutu from Mama and Daddy, and WAR HORSE! from Ashley, Evan and Zeb. Can I be brutally honest? I wanted to watch that movie just as much as she. *thoughts on War Horse coming later!*. Kyla has read the book like 3+ times. It is her favorite book after the Baby Sitter's Club series.
I did the wrapping! Look at her troll face....
And at my Grandparent's. It had rained, and the golden light was TO DIE FOR! I snatched the birthday girl (almost) away, and had fun with a unplanned Photoshoot! You can see the whole lot HERE at my newly opened Photography Blog. Show some love and Follow?
Another lovely thing about M's Day....
I saw this. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE. Where have I been my Trekkie life? I need to buy this movie. Now.
So, Ever since I read the novel (by Gaston Leroux) I have loved POTO, and now, I REALLY REALLY want to own the movie. Must. Buy. From. Wal-mart. Soon. And I have listened to ALL the songs. And for awhile, I sang them, without thinking. Well, one day, while singing 'Wishing You Were Somehow Here' with Christine, I made a realization. With a few tweaks and much practice, I could very likely copy her voice. And, so my musical journey began. Ask my family, I sang that song none stop. I sang it in the shower, I sang it while washing dishes, I sang it while working, while playing, all. the. time. And, with much practice, I now can do a fairly good mimic of Emmy's voice in that particular song. It is, in fact, a very easy song to copy her voice in. High enough to have some practice involved (I naturally used to sing lower notes, but since trying to copy her voice, my voice has actually changed, and I now sing higher), but not terribly high, not at all like 'Phantom of the Opera' is. But, it has been my goal to sing Phantom of the Opera. I had tried, and failed. I couldn't get the last really high notes without cracking and running out of breath. So, instead I went back to WYWSH. Perfecting it, just singing it. But, I'd like to one day play Christine Daae in a play (don't talk to me about my hair color...it can be fixed). That would involve singing ALL the songs. And so, I've gotten to work.
And today.
I did it.
I sang it.
All.
High notes, low notes, everything.
I've never felt prouder, and worst at the same time. Does anybody know how much the song hurts? really, stretching my vocal muscles that much was painful. But, I didn't stop. Like a dancer with bleeding feet, I had to continue. I gave myself a headache from lack of oxygen, and from the pure pressure on my head from singing so high. My lungs hurt terribly, they felt stretched and pulled (and they probably were). My throat felt tired (if you know what I mean. It didn't *hurt* or feel *stretched* just, tired feeling) And I couldn't catch my breath for a couple of minutes. But I did it. I sang Phantom of the Opera.
I felt so entirely proud, I felt like I had completely something so big.
True, it wasn't perfect, I slipped up twice where I took longer getting my breath between lines then Emmy did (how does she do it?). I have a lot more practice to do before it is perfect. And I need to perfect my higher notes still. It just makes my heart happy to know, Emmy had 5 years of Voice lessons, and I've had none. Absolutely none. That doesn't mean I don't want them. I do. I'm just happy I can mostly sing like a 5 year graduate of voice lessons, and Musical singer, and all that goodness.
However, I just tried to sing it, and messed up big time. I think my voice needs more rest then I thought. It cracked out on my early on, poor little vocal muscles, am I working you too hard? GET USED TO IT SUCKERS!
Signed with a white mask,
P.S Does those huge concrete angels give you shivers as well? They look like huge Weeping Angels!! Don't turn your back Christine!!
Before I begin my very much fun post...You deserve to see this video:
Now. I'm not much of a fan of the Eighties...they hair styles, clothing, everything, just seems really 'out there'. And even while I'm an outgoing (at times) person, I'm not THAT out going.
So. I was invited to an 80's themed party by a good friend of mine, Sarah. (sorry, she hasn't a blog, Tumblr or Pinterest I can link to). at first I was like, "oh, just get some Stone washed jeans, a colorful shirt, I'll be ready to go!" And I might have been able to skimp on that, had my Mother, dear Mama, not remembered so MUCH about that time period. Lovely.
See how I went? Oh, L-R: Joanna, Me, Sarah, Rachel, Bethany.
We went to Goodwill, bought as close to Stone washed as we could find pants, that shirt (which I LOVE), The Belt, and then, Mama teased my hair. Mama had a blast. Naturally, she didn't primp herself up AT ALL. Each time Mama had me look at my hair and see if I liked it, I would do a dying moan noise. Honestly, I couldn't believe she was doing this to me. I dearly hoped I wouldn't be the only one to be in dress.
Ok....so maybe I was the most 'out there' person attending...it was worth it as soon as Sarah saw my wild hair, and colorful outfit. "I LOVE IT!!!" said she. And, we all know, making a birthday girl (even if her brithday was a couple months ago, and her family just got around the the celabration) happy is the point of the day.
Earrings and hair sprayed hair. Boy, we emptied nearly our whole Hair Spray bottle on my hair.
If you dont look at ALL of my hair, it DOES look a little cute...
Me, and Joanna. Best girl ever.
Doesn't this look like a 80s year book picture?
80s poof.
We did indeed have so much fun! We played a few games, but most of it was spent talking. And Sarah just gets more, and more awesome.
After cake and Pizza, they turned on a bubble and fog machine. I officially want a fog machine now. It was so cool. Everything had the 80's (cigarette) haze to it!
Another outfit thing, see my lovely belt? I really like the belt and shirt. They are SO comfy.
A disco ball! Added a fun touch.
They had various posters set up around the room, and this was one of them.
Another one. My favorite one. If I could meet any President, dead or Alive, I'd pick Reagan. He is just incredible.
Reagan also happens to be Joanna's hero as well. She needed this picture.
It was fun, getting out and dressing weird. I'm not the type to stand out and be the center. I don't like dressing funky, or taking fun chances. Getting out of my comfort zone is good for me, however.
Highlights:
Disco lights//Hair that doesn't move//Dr.Thunder//Red Velvet cupcakes//Phantom of the Opera songs//Giving Gifts//Super Amazing People//My favorite color blue//Pink Socks//Bubbles//Artificial Fog//Old Songs//Old Movies//Doing new things//Sarah//Joanna//Rachel//Bethany//Thank Goodness, Instagram//Star Trek Funny Stories//Riding in a Mustang//Domino's Pizza.
Expanding yourself, Nothing else like it.
And, hey! This was nonschooler homeschooling! I did History today...first hand.
Today, My sister, Shauna, dragged me into the kitchen to make cookies. Thankfully, we didn't have any milk, so we had to opt out of Chocolate chips (Let me explain, I like Chocolate chip cookies, but I highly dislike making them. Plus, they hurt my teeth, so I end up spending a while in the kitchen helping her mix the dough together, and not be able to eat any of them. That isn't a good deal for me). I don't like cooking period, but I kinda had the feeling Mama wouldn't like it if I didn't help Shauna...she normally isn't to happy if I put up a fuss about kitchen work.
Anyway, Shauna decided to wanted to make Mexican Wedding Cookies, which are really good (and don't hurt my teeth). Well, at first, she wanted to make Reese balls..but I (THANKFULLY)noted we only had 2 of the ingredients..I was saved from really long kitchen work.
Creaming the butter and the sugar. It takes only 3/4 sugar, but 2 cups of butter. For you fat haters out there (Which I'm not in league with..I'm da butter Queen), choose your greater evil.
The first couple of cookies, delightfully dusted with powder sugar.
The whole fanangle.
Mixing the onnomnom goodness up. Wanna know somethun? I took all the pictures in this post on my iphone. Yep. Instagram is my new most favorite thing. Ever.
La creamed butter al la sugar. Or, better known as, creamed heaven.
So, I've probably made you all drooling, and ruining your computers...so to make up for it, How about the recipe?
2 cups REAL butter (take that, plastic, AKA margarine, lovers)
3/4 c. Sugar
4 Tablespoons Vanilla
4 c. Flour
2 c. Finally chopped Pecans (this is optional, I prefer them with it, but since most of my family detest nuts, we skipped them this time)
Powdered Sugar
Cream Butter and sugar.
Add remaining ingredients in order listed; mixing well.
Put in refrigerator for 2 hours (we also skipped this...cookies on a timeline, here!)
Roll into balls (makes approx 42) and bake at 350 for 10 minutes. Cool 5 minutes and then gently roll in powdered sugar.
Enjoy!
So..that was pretty much the gist of my day. That and school, learning how to make my Sims characters throw up (I've GOT to show that to you, Joanna!!), singing "Party Spock is in the house tonight, everybody have a logical time" due to THIS, and...general laying around, playing Sims, Dragonvale and reading. Pretty boring day, all in all.
Well, Time for another Ma Journee. Actually, I normally only resort to this when I don't have a flaming hot post, but sense the urge that my blogging pen is starting to get crusty from not being used.
Today..today..today...Well. We had another park day. Its always nice to be around friends...and frenemies. So we spent a good hunk of time at the park, discussing Books, Dragons, an upcoming 80's themed party, Ninjas, and a whole lot of random stuff. How many of you ever played Ninja? It is great fun. And if many of you don't know how it is done, I shall try to get a video demonstrating next time, K?
And here of late, I've been reading a review book I got from an author. HUZZAH! I actually contacted an author I did not know somewhat personally! And got a book from it. The lucky author is Kay Springsteen!
So far I like it. But..I dunno. It's bridging on the too much romance for my personally tastes. I don't normally grab gushy titles, and I dearly hoped this would be more then just a romance. And it hasn't demonstrated it wouldn't be. Only..hinted. You want to know the bitter truth? I liked the masquerade mask. I kinda have a thing for masks since I became a POTO fan.
Uhm..What else did my lazy self do? Oh! I got a Letter from one of my pen pals, Lindsay, and have started my reply back. I can't stand to not write back soon after getting my letter. Everything I do seems like I should be writing back. and I start feeling guilty and apologizing each day I haven't sent my reply out.
Did anybody notice the number of followers on here? 157. Dudette....when did I become so popular? When did people actually start caring about this southern gal's daily life? When did fantastic peeps read her somewhat strange rambles? You readers are awesome.
Oh, I had Pizza Hut today. And I had a Coke. I like the way Coke makes my throat feel. That hot, burning sensation. charming, charming.
Oh, know the 1980's party I talked about way above? Well, we stopped by a garage sale today, and since my fashion style tends to not be 80s geared at all, I need to find something I like that is rather out there. Shouldn't be to hard. But, look at these rocking awesome earrings I got for $.50:
80s enough for you? My bestie, who was also invited, wants to dress like Michael Jackson. And if she does, perhaps we shall both learn how to dance to his song, Thriller. And we can be double freaking awesome.
I think that sums up my day. So far. Anyway. But it's only 7:06, and you never know what might yet happen....
Watched The Hunger Games today. I added it to my life events on Facebook.
Haters gonna hate, potato's gonna potate, but I LOVED the movie. I cried, I smiled, I jumped, I saluted. I loved it all.
Start off, the tribute costumes...I want one like District 12's. AHHHH!!! CAN I PUHLEEZE BE ON FIRE? Why can't I have a Cinna? why? Why? Why?
Someone in the Cineman went "Awww!" at this point.
You know, instead of posting random pictures and thoughts, maybe I should do this more orderly...
All week Me, Joanna, and Emily had this little outing to see the Games planned. I will admit, that was the reason for my lack of posting. All I could think about was The Hunger Games. And I didn't want to bog you readers down with endless fan posts. I try not to make that happen to often. Anyway, I had an app on my phone counting down the Days, hours, Minutes and Seconds until we could watch it.
We got at the Cinema a few (as in, twenty) minutes early, and I was waiting rather impatiently for Emily, her mom and Sister Kayli to show up. (Joanna wasn't able to watch the movie with us). I kept checking my countdown app to see how many minutes were left.
Finally, the other ladies got there, and we bought our tickets, popcorn, candy and Dr. Pepper, and sat down. Do you know just how annoying those trailers before the movie can be? UGH! We had to sit through Breaking Dawn 2, Snow White and the Huntsman (Which looked AWESOME), the new Spider man (also Awesome)...and...I think they were all. It felt like there were 1000 trailers.
At first, the way they did the cameras did bother me. It was a little jiggly. But, after watching it for 5 minutes (I've used time references a lot in this post...) I got used to it, and even grew to like it.
A few highlights of the film for me:
Gale. Is. The. Cutest. I know girls go gaga over Peeta, and while I don't hate him anymore (He is ok in his own right), Gale is still my favorite between the two.
Cinna. I detected NO gay traits in him AT ALL. In fact, if you see Cinna, send him my way. Cinna is the best thing since creation.
The Tribute Entry. Oh my Gollygoodness. It was amazing. Peeta and Katniss' entry was..blazing hot! Loved it! I want a suit like Katniss'. Badly.
Rue's Death. Honestly, this was a very sad scene, but for the first time ever, I did a brave thing. A daring thing. A big thing. I am a outgoing person, but with people I know. And I'm not one for making a scene, or drawing attention to myself. But, I knew if I never did it, then I could never live with myself. When Katniss saluted the crowd after Rue died...Me, Kayli, and Emily did as well. We kissed our three fingers, and held them high proudly. I did something very big right then. Aren't you all proud?
Haymitch. I was a little nervous about what my Mom would think about the movie, but she loved it! And..she liked Hatmitch best. She chuckled a few times over his sarcastic snips. We all love our toughies, don't we?
The tidiness. I know the reviewer a ranted about earlier thought it much to gory, but I must say, it was very well done. Outside of little scratches, and burns, the only true bloodiness was on Cato after he and Thresh dueled it out (or did the Mutts attack them?) and when Rue was speared, and that was only a little red spot on her shirt. When Cato was attacked by the Mutts, it didn't even show him, just a dark outline as he was laying in the shadows.
Also, THE MUTTS WERE HORRIFYING!!! If you haven't watched The Hunger Games yet...be prepared. They are gonna jump out, and scare you. I was smart, and closed my eyes. Mama didn't, and she jumped.
The Things that kinda bummed me out was how 1) Peeta didn't lose his leg. 2) I think the movie was made for the Fans. My Mom, never having read the book, didn't understand everything, so I had to explain a lot. 3) Some small details in the Arena were left out. 4) There wasn't more details on Katniss' 'flock of parrots' (AKA, her prep team). 5) Katniss didn't break Peeta's heart in the train at the end, but maybe they plan to do that in Movie 2. Oh, something I forgot to mention that I liked...In the book, Katniss and Peeta kissed close to 5 times, in the movie it was only twice. I really liked that.
And Caesar was hilarious. Love'im!
After the movie was over, us girls went to a Chinese Buffet, where Joanna met us. While we were there, this waiter really annoyed me. My two younger brothers are young giants, and I hardly ever go anywhere without them, but tonight, it was just us ladies. Boy oh Boy. Never did I realize just how so doggone annoying stranger guys can be!! This waiter would not leave us girls alone!! Jo made a few comments, like, "Don't you have work to do?" and he said, "Oh, yeah, I have 3 jobs!". Dude, that wasn't what she meant. He kept trying to talk to us, and whenever we'd stop talking to him, and chat in among ourselves, he would jump into our conversation. I wanted to slap him, and drag his little behind into the kitchen. Go make some sushi, or something. Anyway, we girls decided to go chat outside after we were finished eating (which didn't take long, since we had eaten way to much popcorn). The moms stayed inside for a little longer, while we just..small talked. I guess. And watched a youtube video of guys falling in Wal-Mart. Yeah.
This guy was cool. Flame beard? Totally diggin' it. I want my guy to have a flame beard. Cuz Seneca wears a flame beard, flame beards are now cool. I was really sorry Stupid Snow had him killed....Rotten, stupid, stinkin' President Snow.
Then we went to Dairy Queen. Where I got a Iced Hot Chocolate. Which, dearest readers...is heaven covered chocolate in a cup. Oh, good. I probably bottomed out my unhealthy eating for a week. Then, we girls talked about brothers...iphones...Music...and a whole lot of stuff I wont remember until some random moment in the future. That is the way my brain processes new information.
Then, it was close to 10, and we went home. A thoroughly fun afternoon. The moms, (My Mother, and Mrs. Susan) decided we should do that sort of thing more often. Like every other month have a girl's night out. Even if we only go to Dairy Queen and chat. It would still be fun! And I seriously need to see Emily and Kayli more often.
Anyway, I had a blast. And it's 11:55, and I'm not tired. Maybe it is the amounts of sugar, but it is probably my horrid insomnia. OH! OH! OH!!!! Last night, I could'nt get to sleep, so I turned on my music...nothing was helping. So, I went to youtube, and turned on the POTO song, "Music of the Night".
Which, is becoming my all time favorite Phantom of the Opera song. I just LOVE the emotion Erik shows. And how he seems like he is at his most tenderest, weakest, and like he...he...how do I describe it? I dunno. He seems so feeble, and emotional. I like that.
But, anyway, I turned it on, and was asleep before the song was over. When I woke up this morning, the importance of that dawned on me.
Here is a conversation between me and my oldest younger brother, Evan.
Me: "Erik sang me to sleep last night!! And it worked!!".
Evan: "What are you talking about?!?!"
Me: I listened to Music of the Night, and it got me to sleep when nothing else could!!"
Evan: O_o.
Me: "Don't you see?!?! 'In sleep he sang to me'....???"
Evan" o_O
My brothers have pretty much decided I'm a raving lunatic not to be annoyed.
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