I am totally stuffed. -__-
So... much... food...
Anyway, it was small this year.
But my Uncle Paul and his girlfriend, Carol, came!
That was really awesome,
since the last time I saw them was when I was 10 or so.
He's a baker now, but he used to be the drummer in a band.
He loves animals, too, and really liked my Degu.
He also played my mom's bongo drum a bit.
I hope everyone had as great of a Thanksgiving as I did!
...But the leftovers are gonna last for weeks...
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving!
Yes, happy Turkey Day!
A time for family fun,
eating 'till you're as stuffed as the Turkey,
and of course, a day for Chickens to relax,
calmly knowing that they won't be eaten.
Anyway, here are some funny Thanksgiving pics:
My house is hosting the big family dinner this year.
All the cousins, etc will come to my house.
So I have to help cook the meal and stuff... whoo.
Well, cooking's fun, but not when everyone's yelling! @__@
And the hose has to get cleaned...
God, will I be busy!
As to what I'm thankful for?
Well, a lot of things:
Nice People
Friends
Shrine Sprite
4-H
School (but not hw)
Internet
Japan
Anime/Manga
Video games
My Hair
Me losing weight
Cats, Guinea Pigs, Degus, etc
Yummi Food (sweets)
...Just to name a few
A time for family fun,
eating 'till you're as stuffed as the Turkey,
and of course, a day for Chickens to relax,
calmly knowing that they won't be eaten.
Anyway, here are some funny Thanksgiving pics:
My house is hosting the big family dinner this year.
All the cousins, etc will come to my house.
So I have to help cook the meal and stuff... whoo.
Well, cooking's fun, but not when everyone's yelling! @__@
And the hose has to get cleaned...
God, will I be busy!
As to what I'm thankful for?
Well, a lot of things:
Nice People
Friends
Shrine Sprite
4-H
School (but not hw)
Internet
Japan
Anime/Manga
Video games
My Hair
Me losing weight
Cats, Guinea Pigs, Degus, etc
Yummi Food (sweets)
...Just to name a few
Thursday, November 13, 2008
"Get Smart" Movie Review
Get Smart
This movie is a comedy about secret agents. I like Agent 99 best, because of her witty comments and skill at her job. However, she ends up falling for the main character, although she had sworn not to, and hated him at first. I guess having an idiot save your life can change a person. The main character’s awesome, too, though I forget his name. I think he was agent 34. Anyway, his personality's amazing. He says and does the funniest of things, yet he still manages to save the world in the end. He does act like a professional spy, too, yet manages to do it in a funny way. The plot was amazing, too. It was comedic, but with a good plot. That's rare in a movie, for it to be serious, yet funny at the same time. Most are either so funny that they become stupid or way too serious and dramatic. That's why I prefer books: they have just the right mix of everything, usually. Movies, however, tend to be just all action or drama or funny, without any balancing things added. That's why I loved "Get Smart:" it had a perfect balance. It made me laugh at some parts, cry on others. Plus the plot twist at the end was unexpected. Who thought the number one, friendliest agent would be the double agent? The characters didn't expect it, and neither did I. It really had an air of realistic-nests. The characters were crafted so well that you really though this had actually occurred, even though it's a bit of a far-fetched story. Or, maybe it isn't. Who knows what really goes on in government spy agencies, right? I only saw it one, a week ago at my friend's house, but I definitely would love to see it again. It's the first really good movie I’ve seen in a long time. My friend, brother, and his brother definitely seemed to like it as much as I did. Well, our brothers like basically any movie, but my friend has similar criticism of movies that I do, so he though that was nice and balanced, too. If I like a movie, he usually does too. That's what best friends are usually like, after all. I would definitely recommend "Get Smart" to anyone who asked me about it.
This movie is a comedy about secret agents. I like Agent 99 best, because of her witty comments and skill at her job. However, she ends up falling for the main character, although she had sworn not to, and hated him at first. I guess having an idiot save your life can change a person. The main character’s awesome, too, though I forget his name. I think he was agent 34. Anyway, his personality's amazing. He says and does the funniest of things, yet he still manages to save the world in the end. He does act like a professional spy, too, yet manages to do it in a funny way. The plot was amazing, too. It was comedic, but with a good plot. That's rare in a movie, for it to be serious, yet funny at the same time. Most are either so funny that they become stupid or way too serious and dramatic. That's why I prefer books: they have just the right mix of everything, usually. Movies, however, tend to be just all action or drama or funny, without any balancing things added. That's why I loved "Get Smart:" it had a perfect balance. It made me laugh at some parts, cry on others. Plus the plot twist at the end was unexpected. Who thought the number one, friendliest agent would be the double agent? The characters didn't expect it, and neither did I. It really had an air of realistic-nests. The characters were crafted so well that you really though this had actually occurred, even though it's a bit of a far-fetched story. Or, maybe it isn't. Who knows what really goes on in government spy agencies, right? I only saw it one, a week ago at my friend's house, but I definitely would love to see it again. It's the first really good movie I’ve seen in a long time. My friend, brother, and his brother definitely seemed to like it as much as I did. Well, our brothers like basically any movie, but my friend has similar criticism of movies that I do, so he though that was nice and balanced, too. If I like a movie, he usually does too. That's what best friends are usually like, after all. I would definitely recommend "Get Smart" to anyone who asked me about it.
Sounds in the Warehouse
“BAM!”
Tim Vandes jumped out of his stupor. What was that sound? Was someone in the warehouse?
“Boom! Bash! Bang!”
“Gunfire,” Tim concluded. Quickly, he leapt up, grabbing his pistol and a flashlight from his desk. Carefully, he slipped into the warehouse.
All was silent.
Squeesh!
There was something sticky and spongy on the floor. Tim shined his flashlight at the floor. Looking down, he realized he stood in a large puddle of glue. The barrel it had been in lay off to the side, the top off.
Tim sighed, glad that the noise hadn’t been gunfire after all, and placed his pistol in the gun holder at his waist.
“Bam! Bang!”
“Aaaah!” Tim screamed, jumping out of the way of two more falling barrels. He put his hand on his thumping heart as he caught his breath.
“Wait a second!” He said, coming to a sudden realization. “Someone must be here, after all!”
In his six years of being a security guard at the Bayside Warehouse, the barrels had never fallen. In fact, nothing unusual had ever happened. Someone or something had caused the barrels to fall.
“I’m too old for this,” Tim sighed, as he began to cautiously explore, weaving through the tall stacks of tin crates and barrels.
Turning a corner, Tim’s flashlight caught the glow of to large green eyes.
He dropped his light in fear. “Who… who’s there?”
“Meoooooooooooooooooooow!”
Tim picked up his flashlight, shining it in the direction of the howl.
A bright-eyed orange cat sat on top of a small stack of boxes.
Tim smiled as his breath returned again. A cat, that was all. Nothing to worry about. It wasn’t even full grown.
The kitten leapt off the crate and trotted over to Tim. It sat there, waiting for Tim to pet it.
“Aww,” Tim said, as he rubbed the kitten behind its ears. “You look just like my old cat, Muffin.”
The cat began to purr loudly.
“Let’s see who you belong to…” Tim lifted the little gold tag on the jet black collar, and moved close to read it:
Muffin
If found, please return to:
Tim Vandes,
204 Bright Ave,
Peterville, PA
Tim immediately dropped the tag and backed up, staring wide-eyed at the kitten.
Muffin had been hit by a car a year ago. Yet here she was, staring at him, looking not a day older than she had that day. Exactly a year ago, it dawned on Tim. To the hour, even.
Nervously, Tim reached down and petted Muffin. She sure felt alive.
DING! The clock chimed. Midnight.
“Meoooooooooooooooooooow!” said Muffin, telling Tim goodbye. She turned away, beginning to walk down the aisle.
“Wait!” Tim called.
The cat turned back for a second, eyes glowing, an apologetic look on her face, before she vanished into the shadows.
“Muffin?” Tim shined his flashlight down the aisle, but there was no sign of the kitten, not even footprints in the layer of dust that covered the warehouse floor.
Tim Vandes jumped out of his stupor. What was that sound? Was someone in the warehouse?
“Boom! Bash! Bang!”
“Gunfire,” Tim concluded. Quickly, he leapt up, grabbing his pistol and a flashlight from his desk. Carefully, he slipped into the warehouse.
All was silent.
Squeesh!
There was something sticky and spongy on the floor. Tim shined his flashlight at the floor. Looking down, he realized he stood in a large puddle of glue. The barrel it had been in lay off to the side, the top off.
Tim sighed, glad that the noise hadn’t been gunfire after all, and placed his pistol in the gun holder at his waist.
“Bam! Bang!”
“Aaaah!” Tim screamed, jumping out of the way of two more falling barrels. He put his hand on his thumping heart as he caught his breath.
“Wait a second!” He said, coming to a sudden realization. “Someone must be here, after all!”
In his six years of being a security guard at the Bayside Warehouse, the barrels had never fallen. In fact, nothing unusual had ever happened. Someone or something had caused the barrels to fall.
“I’m too old for this,” Tim sighed, as he began to cautiously explore, weaving through the tall stacks of tin crates and barrels.
Turning a corner, Tim’s flashlight caught the glow of to large green eyes.
He dropped his light in fear. “Who… who’s there?”
“Meoooooooooooooooooooow!”
Tim picked up his flashlight, shining it in the direction of the howl.
A bright-eyed orange cat sat on top of a small stack of boxes.
Tim smiled as his breath returned again. A cat, that was all. Nothing to worry about. It wasn’t even full grown.
The kitten leapt off the crate and trotted over to Tim. It sat there, waiting for Tim to pet it.
“Aww,” Tim said, as he rubbed the kitten behind its ears. “You look just like my old cat, Muffin.”
The cat began to purr loudly.
“Let’s see who you belong to…” Tim lifted the little gold tag on the jet black collar, and moved close to read it:
Muffin
If found, please return to:
Tim Vandes,
204 Bright Ave,
Peterville, PA
Tim immediately dropped the tag and backed up, staring wide-eyed at the kitten.
Muffin had been hit by a car a year ago. Yet here she was, staring at him, looking not a day older than she had that day. Exactly a year ago, it dawned on Tim. To the hour, even.
Nervously, Tim reached down and petted Muffin. She sure felt alive.
DING! The clock chimed. Midnight.
“Meoooooooooooooooooooow!” said Muffin, telling Tim goodbye. She turned away, beginning to walk down the aisle.
“Wait!” Tim called.
The cat turned back for a second, eyes glowing, an apologetic look on her face, before she vanished into the shadows.
“Muffin?” Tim shined his flashlight down the aisle, but there was no sign of the kitten, not even footprints in the layer of dust that covered the warehouse floor.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Junior Year
I've just realized something:
Junior Year Sucks.
Yep.
It's just too much.
First of all, there's a ton of work.
Second, there's all the talk about college and the SAT.
Third, I have no friends to turn to.
Fourth, it just sucks.
Everything.
I could list more.
Everything I do seems to go Wrong.
Every night, before I go to bed, tears streak my face.
It' s just too much.
I can't handle it.
I just want everything to go away.
To disappear for a while.
So many things go wrong.
I'm failing History, and probably English too.
Things I used to know, I no longer know.
Something must be wrong with me.
I can't remember stuff anymore.
I'm even having trouble in German class,
which I never used to.
It's just too much.
I can't handle this.
I freak out at random times, at my family and only friend.
I cry, or get angry...
Of course, I don't even know if that one friend even cares about me one bit.
I can't deal with stress too well.
All around me, I see happy people.
People with groups of friends, couples, everyone.
But I have no one.
No one who cares.
No one to say "it's okay" when I'm afraid or upset.
And right now, I'm very scared.
I don't like the future.
It scares me.
I have no idea what I will do after high school,
yet my parents and teachers all want me to look at colleges.
Plus I seem to mess up every little thing I do.
I guess I just gotta deal with what life throws at me,
and go with the flow of things.
I just wish it wasn't so hard...
Junior Year Sucks.
Yep.
It's just too much.
First of all, there's a ton of work.
Second, there's all the talk about college and the SAT.
Third, I have no friends to turn to.
Fourth, it just sucks.
Everything.
I could list more.
Everything I do seems to go Wrong.
Every night, before I go to bed, tears streak my face.
It' s just too much.
I can't handle it.
I just want everything to go away.
To disappear for a while.
So many things go wrong.
I'm failing History, and probably English too.
Things I used to know, I no longer know.
Something must be wrong with me.
I can't remember stuff anymore.
I'm even having trouble in German class,
which I never used to.
It's just too much.
I can't handle this.
I freak out at random times, at my family and only friend.
I cry, or get angry...
Of course, I don't even know if that one friend even cares about me one bit.
I can't deal with stress too well.
All around me, I see happy people.
People with groups of friends, couples, everyone.
But I have no one.
No one who cares.
No one to say "it's okay" when I'm afraid or upset.
And right now, I'm very scared.
I don't like the future.
It scares me.
I have no idea what I will do after high school,
yet my parents and teachers all want me to look at colleges.
Plus I seem to mess up every little thing I do.
I guess I just gotta deal with what life throws at me,
and go with the flow of things.
I just wish it wasn't so hard...
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