I’m not the kind of person that talks on the phone very much, and whenever I do, I cannot stop moving. But no, I don’t just figit with my hands, or do some other small motion - it seems that I cannot make a phone call without simultaneously pacing around my house, jumping up and down and acting in some fashion, or talking to my sandals (silently though, of course). But I’m very happy with myself, I called 9 people yesterday. Nine! But I got so hyper pacing back and forth that I had to wash the floor to get it out of my system.

Several days ago in my French class, we had 10 sentences (5 for a host, 5 for a guest), and we were supposed to put them in a logical order. This was how our team’s group did it:

Bienvenue! Merci. Tu n’as pas soif? Oui, excellant. Fais comme ches toi. Non, ca va. Tu as fiat bon voyage? C’est gentil de ta part. Pas trop fatiguee? Si, j’ai tres soif.

Now, the translation of that conversation is as follows:

Welcome! Thank you. You’re not thirsty, are you? Yes, excellent. Make yourself at home. No thanks, I’m fine. Did you have a good trip? Your very kind. Are you tired? Yes, I’m very thirsty.

Sorry if you didn’t think that was very funny (maybe it was just the moment). I would like to say a farewell to Bitty Schram before I leave for today. She was a wonderful part of the wonderful TV show Monk for 38 excellent episodes, but alas, she will not return. We miss you already, Sharona.

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You know those phrases people use to describe movies as part of the rating, like scare moments, violence, drug scenes, etc? Well, there is one that really bothers me - thematic elements. Thematic is defined as “of, depicting, or constituating a theme”. Oh no, why would we want that in a movie! Shield your eyes children, movies containing actual plots and storylines are trying to infect your little minds! Call the police, call the pentagon, or more importantly, call the movie industry itself and tell it to keep all of its ‘dangerously thematic’ movies to the strickly 18+ audience.

A few days ago, my English teacher (yes, the one who was arrested in Mexico for who knows what) brought up a very interesting point about the phrase “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me”. How can something so untrue just be accepted as the general standard? How can it be hammered into our children’s minds more often than “I’m lovin’ it”? Who came up with that phrase anyway? I think that they should see what it’s like to go through the mental abuse and hatred fired at some people every day.

Oh, I saw The Forgotten yesterday, and I must say I’m disappointed. Not because of the movie itself - I loved it. It had all of my favorite styles in it (I can’t say which or I would ruin the plot). If you look down a couple posts to the picture of the Revolution Studios logo, you may notice a similarity between the two pictures. Unfortunately, there is no meaningful connection. No conspiracy to drill the logo into our minds or anything of the sort. They probably just needed some graffiti, and someone based it off their dear old producer. Later,

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My English teacher is beginning to scare me. To start off, he’s been married about three times. He has been arrested for robbery, though the charges were dropped - it turns out that he was meeting a woman in her apartment at 2 in the morning for, well a “meeting”. He carries a knife which he has used to put several animals out of their misery, including a cat several days ago. Apparently he’s been arrested several other times as well. I’m sure we’ll learn some more interesting things by the end of the year.

I’m finally going to have my birthday party next week (of course it’s over a month late, so it’s just going to be a party). I’m going to see The Forgotten (and hopefully find out exactly what that symbol on the wall means), then back to my house. I think that this will be the first time in several years that anyone I know has been over to my house. I’ve always wondered what people who have never been over here before think of if they try to imagine my house. There are of course some people that I know who’s houses I have never been over to before, but from knowing them, I get a vague picture of what their house looks like. Of course, this is complete nonsense, but it would be interesting to know.

I really hate being a perfectionist - but being one, I can’t imaging life without it. In my intro to theater class, for example, I keep going up to do the improvisation games in front of everyone. Now, this may be a mixture of both perfectionism and paranoia, but I always think that the looks on people’s faces as I go back to my seat are hiding feelings of disgust. I feel like the bad actor that keeps doing movies. Of course, I’m also being self-centered thinking that they’re even thinking about me, but it sucks nevertheless.

Sometime last week, the Post Office of Troy, Virginia gave me a little present in the mail. You see, the post office is a very complex organization - they must be accurate and quick in their jobs, so they often use little cards like the one below to help sort the mail. The cool part is when those cards accidently fall into your mail. Me (and my sister) are now the proud owners of “stolen” government property. But it’s really not fair to call it stolen, it would cost more for the gas to drive out there than it would for them to make a new one, so me keeping it is part of my duty to the economy.

Thursday is much better than Tuesday 

After years of confusion, I recently learned that the movie I saw being filmed was actually “The Stranger Within”. You see, when I was probably less than a year old, I saw part of the filming of this (TV) movie. And while it was most likely a very small movie, one of the original “Charlie’s Angels” was in it (This is the point where you are all supposed to nod in amazement at my awesome power). It would be interesting to see the movie sometime - all I know is that there is something about a frozen lake, and an arm reaching out of it (that’s the part I saw filmed).

I don’t know if this has ever happened to you, but during the past couple day I’ve been having rapid-fire deja vu. I mean, it’s like several times an hour, every hour. Now, my old science teacher told us that deja vu is just what happens when your brain is in the process of sending what you have just seen, but gets interrupted, so when the info does get processed, it seems like it’s already happened. Makes sense, right? That must mean that I’m easily distracted or something.

Chemistry class rocks,

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I’ve always loved bar codes - they’re just a bunch of lines that stand for numbers, but it’s still cool. Anyway, some friends of mine found this awesome website that is kind of dedicated to bar codes (he makes art out of bar codes and sells them). The site is Barcodeart.com, and among a lot of boring stuff, there is a program to barcode yourself, and the page titled “science” has a lot of interesting info on different bar codes. Well, I thought it was interesting, anyway.

In other news, The Grim Grotto, the 11th book in A Series of Unfortunate Events is coming out on Tuesday! Now, if you don’t know what the series is, or if you’ve only heard about it from the movie that’s coming out later this year (blegh), I really suggest that you read them - they are hilarious. Unfortunately, there are only 3 books left in the series. Though I’m sure that they will stretch it out (just like with Harry Potter) until I am no longer interested in the books.

Hurricane Ivan finally reached us on Friday, and tornado warnings kept me in school for any extra half hour. But since my mom was picking me up that day, I was able to leave the gym (PE was my last class) and walk around the school with almost no one else in it (very cool). I just hope that this is the last of the big storms to hit us - I for one am ready to embrace the wonderful fall weather. Thunderstorms are expected in Tokyo soon… Had certain events earlier this year gone differently, I would be there right about now… Of course I would have missed out on all the excitement here, so maybe things worked out for the best. Well, here’s to no more days over 65F,

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