Danny's not here anymore Mrs. Torren.

So we just watched The Shining. I don't know why I've never seen it before. It was amazing! I thank Chandler for making me appreciate good film making (and the ingeniousness of using a wheelchair with a camera to follow a tricycle down a hallway). I'm pretty sure it broke Angela.

At this moment I'm sitting at my computer, with my music on so I can't hear Jack Nicholson coming for me, the lights on so I can see him, and my wooden sword on hand, just in case. I'd feel better if it was a real sword, but some serious blugening will work for my efforts. Then I can lock him in the freezer, and run away before the ghost can let him out. If I have just ruined this movie for some of my readers, don't worry, I really didn't. It gets so much worse than that! "red rum, red rum"

So when I'm scared out of my mind and have to blast the song Kiss Me by New Found Glory

to drive home from Chandler's, there's always one person who can make things better. That

person is TJ Bishop. That's him. isn't he cute?

This is what I saw when I got on Facebook.

The hobbit you just called fat?
He's skipping 2nd breakfast.
The dwarf you called ugly?
She spends hours braiding her beard so you can tell her apart from a dwarf man.
The Uruk-Hai you just killed?
He's been abused by Saruman.
See that Gollum creature with the gangly limbs & large eyes?
For 500 years the Ring poisoned his mind.
That Elf you made fun of for crying?
She just lost her wizard friend to a Balrog.
Put this as your status if you're against bullying in Middle-Earth!

Yeah... It made my day. so I reposted it. My life is a good place to be. even if my english teacher thinks I'm a slacker for not going all the way to UVU to get lost and probably have them tell me there's nothing I can do about it. I don't care. I should, but I don't. I like English, I'm ok with taking the same class again. And if it makes my mother feel better, I will pay her back for the thirty five dollars when I get a job.

oh, p.s. I'm applying for a job as a carhop at Sonic. We'll see how that goes. as fun as it sounds to work at the south towne mall until 10:00 every night, it doesn't.

Stay thirsty my friends. (i don't always end my posts with a quote from the most interesting man in the world, but when I do, it's awesome)

Good news!

Cami is coming over today. she's going to do the format for my blog. and then she's going to be a co-writer of Awesome Stuff Our Friends Say. THE QUOTE BLOG WILL RISE AGAIN! like a phoenix from the ashes it will be reborn and then... basically just kick all blog ass with its awesomeness.

yeah i just called a blog a phoenix. Problem? send you complaint to this email: idon'tcarewhatyousay@suckit.com

Your constipated! in your *#$@% soul!

This week's words of advice:

1. Cough drops are just an excuse to make bad candy! I'm convinced. I get the same soothing feeling on my throat from sucking a cough drop as I do from a jolly rancher, only guess what?! Jolly ranchers a way better!

2. When you want to take a candle lit bath in you mothers room (because your bathtub is made for newborns!) make sure you lock the door, or that she isn't coming home for a while. it can be potentially awkward... my family is special. (because it wasn't awkward... only kind of. she scared me.)

4. When you're sickand want to blog even though you know you

should go to bed, take Nyquil. By the time you finally get to the computer you'll be too tired to do anything. Its a good strategy. Your welcome Emily!

5. (on the more serious side) From experience I've learned everyone (teens especially) feel constantly judged. the only problem is everyone's so worried about being judged they don't actually have time to judge other people!

6. (still serious) People are amazing. Everyone in this world has so much potential to be wonderful and amazing, and I truly believe peopl

e want to be good. what I don't understand is why the world is still such a screwed up place? Individually people are good, as a whole we are failing. This needs to be changed!

7. (ok back to normal!) When preparing to go take the ACT proceed to make yourself a very orange and yellow breakfast (

aka eggs with cheese, toast with apricot jam, and peaches) while rocking out to Three Days Grace's Riot and La Vie Boheme from Rent. It makes testing better. (this isn't actually what my breakfast looked like, but lets just pretend it is and i'm that pro!)

8. ALWAYS remember your extra pencil for the ACT. Mechanical ones aren't allowed and the pencil sharpener in the room will suck, just because you only have one.

9. Make friends with blockbuster people. they make you buy good movies for only two dollars. Plus they talk to you instead of working. I love Joel!

.... I feel like I need a strange number of advice...s. But I just thought of a tenth. I'll need at least one more.

10. Bones is a marathon show. fact: you can't watch just one episode. it isn't possible I've tried. you just leave feeling incomplete. (LOOK! ZACH IS IN THIS PICTURE! .... now i want to weep)

11.... let me see.... OH! thought of a good one!

11. Naps are wonderful. they just are. never let anyone in the world say otherwise. naps were given to man by God. if that's not prove God loves us, I don't know what is.

Yes You're Very Smart, Now Shut Up.

A line from Princess Bride seems a good title for today's post, seeing as how its about a grandpa reading to his sick grandson, and I am sick. (also a note, I blog a lot more now. I blame it on constant boredom and lack of a life.)

It's labor day, and I'm sick. This is the best long weekend ever!!! Damn you Nicole Hunter, Damn you to Europe (which as we all know is actually Hell.)

Due to this sickness I have learned the true steps to enjoying a sick day/recovering.

Step the first: Get a good book you can obsess over for hours on end. my personal book is:The Wheel of Time Book Four: The Shadow Rising, by my one true love Robert Jodan. I also recommend Finnikin of the Rock, I Am the Messenger, and Zombies vs. Unicorns.

Step the Second: Orange Juice. I don't know why but whenever you're sick, no matter what with (except the stomach flu )orange juice just tastes wonderful! It could be the vitamin C in it that makes you feel better, or it could be you've been raised to believe orange juice and sickness just go together. I won't get into the psychology of it.

Step the Third: Audrey Hepbrun and Gregory Peck. feel free to exchange Gregory Peck with George Peppard, Sean Connery, or Fred Astaire. Really anyone playing opposite of her will do. The key is Audrey. She just makes every day a little brighter!

Step the Fourth: Chapstick. This is a step that has been disregarded by yours truly so many times I have learned the importance of it. When you're nose is so clogged up you can't breath through it and you can feel your lips becoming the Sahara Jr., chapstick is your new best friend. I

recommend a good flavor like raspberry lemonade, or moisturizing kind. both good.

Step the Fifth: Don't lose contact with the outside world. The minute you do is the minute you lose your mind completely. (it also helps if your best friend isn't in Yellow Stone with no cell service.)

Step the Sixth: Soup cures nothing! I don't care what all the movies tell you, its a lie! its a nice gesture for someone to offer to make you some but really it does absolutely nothing for anyone! If they really care about you, they'll make you cookies or bring you some kind of chocolate.

Step the Last: Stay cozy. find a nice little spot to curl up with a good pillow your favorite blanket and a box of tissues. then don't move. unless you're going out to get chocolate (see step the sixth)

Follow these steps and you'll feel like your vacationing, not being sneezing out your brain. i promise... (results may vary. Speak Stand Live blog is not responsible for any hospitalizations or fatal ailments.)

You can always tell what a man thinks of you by the earrings he buys

I feel that because Cami's blog titles are always songs, mine should be movies and/or movie quotes. because Cami lives her life in song, and I live mine in movies and books. p.s. for those of you who don't already know (and because I have only three followers so I'll assume you do, but just for arguments sake), I don't have a life.

Which is why my life is actually so interesting sometimes! lets start with today shall we! because it's a lot less exciting than yesterday, and I like to end with the best. Today is the first Saturday of the school year where I could sleep in, and not spend the morning/afternoon pulling a stump out of my front yard. So what do I do? I get sick! My compliments to my beautiful friend Nikki, who loves me enough to share everything with me. This was one thing I wish

she had kept to herself. So today I fell into my mom's bed (because hey Mom's bed is always the best place to be when your sick, plus she has a TV and I don't) and watched Iron man and Because I Said So, I highly recommend both. Then I thought "I need Audrey Hepburn today." She always makes me feel better. So against my strict orders never to do so again, but feeling like crap as I did and disregarding those orders, I went to blockbuster to get movies.

I have always suspected the blockbuster people of knowing exactly who I was, but they rarely comment on my presence so I figured I was just one more familiar face. I was wrong. When I arrived at the counter with my movies the cashier, I believe his name was John... I'm probably wrong commented "I haven't seen you in a while. taking a break from movies."

I still can't decide if I'm complimented by this, or slightly embaressed. For one I've always wanted to be a regular somewhere. on the other hand, do I really spend that much time watching movies? I need a friggin' life! oh well. can't change it. I guess I'll take it as a compliment and move on.

My illness today is caused by the fact that despite the fact that she had been driven home from school by Emily, Nikki decided to come play with me yesterday (don't be gross and think that's an inappropriate way of saying that. I don't care. I'm not a lesbian. I'm both a virgin and

never been kissed. stop being gross!)

Since neither Sarah nor I have a life, and Nikki pretends she doesn't, but really she does because she dates more than any one i know (and got to go to the Blink 182 concert tonight), we decided to go on a date. with each other. So we got all dolled up in our fifties dresses (or make shift ones) and vintage hats, and my grandmothers pearls, and went to Salt Lake City. We took lots of pictures in temple square and the JSMB and ate at the Garden (fabulous food! if you ever wanna tried fried pickles thats the place. I don't. I just know they're there). This is the result of that voyage

Bathroom pictures: I had to pee before we left and Nikki and Sarah were mad. turned out to be the funniest part of the evening. My bladders says your welcome. (am i awkward or what?!)

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these were just a couple that I liked a lot. the first sarah just told me to smile. that's what she got. not bad. i like my vintage hat and pearls. the second was Nikki wanting to imitate the cut out of.... someone... i forgot who... she did pretty dang good!

This is my life.... I hope you all enjoy it. Now I need to go obsessivly read WOT... I'll explain another day. be awesome. forever.

Doing Crystal Meth Will Lift You Up Until You Break

I feel like a drug addict. I know I have a problem. I know it hurts me, and probably others. I want to stop. But I don't know how.

We are taught all our lives in church and school, and any decent places that feel obligated to teach you how to act properly, that we should care for others. They never ever said that could go wrong. Maybe there is no way for them to know it can. J.O.Y. is how we should live. Jesus first. Others second. Yourself third.

This is horribly flawed. At least for me. I will be my Christ first in my life because I believe He will help me. If I continue to put others before myself I will never get better.

Thank you to my dearest friends who have promised (oathed if we had had ketchup or were willing to spit our hands and shake) to tell me when I'm doing it. And to Cami who will take me to on a drive just so I can relax (plus chocolate turn overs). I am lost without these people in my life, but you can see my other page to know about that.

I know it will help to notice when I do it,

but I am not sure what to do with that. I would probably be better if I talked to Doug, had his input, but I don't think we can't afford it anymore. Lets pray I can fix this. I need to be better. . . I'm just not sure how. Who knows? Please tell me I'd like to know.

Does anyone else have this problem? Somewhere out there, there has to be another over-sympathizer (this is my self diagnosis). We should start a support group. The part that really sucks is, I should be the one who can control this, but I can't, not really.

I'm an addict. I have abused something good to the point where it is dangerous with the illusion that I could control it. Now that I've lost control I can't find a way back to sobriety.

Well now that I have vented my more depressing thoughts and feelings I will tell you something great, because I've decided I'm not a happy enough person in blogs and journals so...

The Zombie Apocalypse? Yeah. It's already happened. about 200,000 years ago. there were multiple human like species on the earth at the same time and then .2 million years ago, for no reason geologists can explain with an earth quake or volcano eruption, or something like that, they all died. All except for a small group of Homo-Sapiens. (and a few Hom

o-neadrathals but they died out shortly after.) These few homo-Sapiens have now 7 billion ancestors that rule this earth.

The explanation? Disease. But what kind of disease? OBVIOUSLY Zombie-ism.

Thank you Joseph Buck Atwood. (Also according to Brother Sunshine, more people are abducted by aliens on fridays.)

I will leave my druggie life behind to become a conspiracy theorist. just call me Hodgins.

This is what I imagine it looked like. or at least something of the sort. ---->

BBC ruined my life.

it seems when ever I write on this blog I'm horribly upset about something. Don't feel bad, it's the same way with my journals. which is why I rarely keep them. The less I write the happier I am. Someday future generations will read my blog/journal and think "Damn, she was a pitiful person. never had a positive thing to say on life.". this is untrue, but they'll have no proof of the contrary. I'll go down in history as a total pessimist. that is not entirely untrue. I like pessimism, either I'm right or I'm pleasantly surprised.

So I'll start today's blog with a more positive thought before I begin to rant. Group therapy is the best thing in the world. I would marry every single one of the boys in there if I were allowed to. (Since I can't, and respect them all too much to break that rule, I'll just love them like family.) And each girl in there is an idol of mine, and I want to be more like them. also loved like family. So thank you Chandler and Taylor, and Krissy and Harrison, for going before me, and making me go, no matter how scared I was. You're the reason I am as sane as I am.

Speaking of my sanity! Time to rant about why this post is titled BBC ruined my life.

A note to women everywhere. When you're PMSing horribly, and are too cramped up and gross feeling to get off the couch for more than ten minutes, do not, under any circumstances, watch eight episodes of BBC's Robin Hood. especially not the last eight episodes. You will cry, and then you'll want to die.

As you can guess, this is what I did today. My uterus is causing me horrible pain for the sake of future children (who as I told my mother, better be freaking awesome for me to go through this much pain every month!!) so I decided to watch a little Robin Hood, with no intent to finish the series.... but I did. I knew full well Guy of Gisbourne would fall in love with a girl in prison who would die in his arms, still I wanted to cry. I could pin point the very scene where Allan of Dale would be shot by the sherrif's men and his body brought to his friends, still I screamed a little. Gisbourne was going to be stabbed, yet I gasped, and almost died a little just then, because as always I fell in love with the misguided bad guy. And when he gave poison to his sister, I knew it would be the death of Robin Hood. But I cried anyways. the only thing that got me through this traumatic foresight was the fact that Maid Marian, who died a season before, would come for Robin's soul. instead of Kate, who, despite her awesome name, I dislike. mostly because she falls for Robin, like every girl, and not for Much. (its ok though, they secretly fall in love afterwards.)

It seems like a problem that I get so attached to fictional characters, but despite the fact that Meghan Lanae Carpenter thinks I need proffesional help, I don't care. I have great reasons for wanting to die in a hole now that Robin is dead. and for being terribly distraught every time a character I love in a TV series, movie, or book dies.

The First: As everyone woman in my house, and probably everywhere, will understand. I'm PMSing. Thus all hormones are raging wildly. So today, I'm allowed to yell at Sarah for laughing at Robin Hood.

The second: I do not have a boyfriend or love life of my own (or really a life at all for that matter), and so I live vicariously through books/movies/tv shows etc. So I become extremely emotionally attached to said characters. This makes their deaths a lot more traumatic for me, its like losing a friend.

The last: As a writer, I create characters that I grow attached to (and then kill off...) with said types of media, I relate to the writers or creators, and understand they must feel the same for their characters as well. I sympathize with them, which doesn't help.

So, now that I've had time to grieve over the loss of Robin Hood, I would like to say something to Robert Jordan/Brandon Sanderson. If any of the characters die in the end of Wheel of Time, I will hunt you down (in this life and the next so don't think your off the hook just cause your dead Jordan!) and cause you pain. lots of pain. I will then proceed to have a memorial service for the lost character, and probably die a slow death from grief. that is all... good day.