GAAAAHHHAAAARRRGGGGHHH!!!

I bet you are reading this post because of the title. Isn't it great how a good title can just reel the peoples in? Where was I? Oh yes...
Murder Mystries are really fun, especially when you are in them. In drama, we are preforming Murder at the Banquet, as a part of Sir Alfred Myer Gold Flippenhaven's Night of Classical Theater. It is about the award banquet of the International Association of Mystery Solvers, (IAMS) where the president of the IAMS is murdured. Luckily, there are a bunch of detectives around, so the mystery is pretty easy to solve. I play the great-great-grandniece of Dr. Henry Watson, and I am convinced that it was in fact Watson who solved all of Sherlock Holmes' cases. I also get to (sarcasam there, for any of you who missed it) fall in love--for about five seconds--with my rival, Foster Holmes, the great-great-grandnephew of Sherlock Holmes.
But to anyone who is in the 8th grade at SCDS and is reading this, I want to encourage all of you to do drama int the winter and spring. this is the third session of drama combined with 4th and 5th grade, and frankly I'm tired of it. The Hitchhiker's guide to the Galaxy needed huge cast, so it was 4th-8th grade, but spring drama was supposed to be 6th-8th. This is also the third time I've represented the whole grade! Come on, people!
Also in Sir Alfred Myer Gold Flippenhaven's night of classical theater, we are doing some fractured fairy tales. I play Princess Allaboutme, the princess from The Frog Prince. She's not to bright and really obnoxious. The funnest character ever! I am also Grettle, who turns out to love the internet, reading, and arresting witches by force as an FBI undercover agent. She's pretty cool.
Well, I need to be going, so that concludes this post. good night, and good luck.

Quote:
"You are under arrest for the dissapearence of many good children in this forest. (Gretle knees the witch in the back of the knee, and the witch falls down on her knees.) Don't move. You'll just make it harder for yourself."
-Grettle, in the play. Isn't she great?

I'm a Freedom Rocker!

Well, that was fun. I took a bunch of online quizzes at www.blogthings.com, and These are the results I got! French is fun, and I love pumpkin pie!

You Are a Freedom Rocker!

You're stuck in the 70s - for better or worse Crazy hair, pot soaked clothes, and tons of groupies Your kind showed the world how to rock Is that freedom rock?... Well turn it up man!

You Should Learn French

C'est super! You appreciate the finer things in life... wine, art, cheese, love affairs. You are definitely a Parisian at heart. You just need your tongue to catch up...

What Language Should You Learn?

You Are Pumpkin Pie

You're the perfect combo of uniqueness and quality Those who like you are looking for something (someone!) special

Debris Fields and Christmas Tree Strings

Well, the annual Engineering Event (because God forbid we should actually compete...) was today. I don't know which was worse, the boredom or the frustration. At SCDS, we prepare for a month, building rigs around a central theme (last year it was rack and pinion, this year, disaster response and cleanup). Our first project was to build, out of bamboo skewers, wheels, axels, and a salad container, a rig that would carry wiegh into wind. That worked out okay, to my suprise. But then came the bogey suspension project. We were given no central design on this one, so I was on my own. I managed to come up with a basic design, but but after that, my luck gave way. The triangle of bogey-ed wheels was off kilter, due to poor planning and techincal difficulties. Then I discovered that the mousetrap on the front outweighed the wheels in the back necessitating weights. So I added a tail to my rig, made out of metal. Finally, when I added the extention to the mousetrap, the front again outweiged the front. To compensate, I hung weights off the tail. What came out of all this was a piece of industrial-looking crap. But it could run over meter sticks and small twigs.
But once the contest started, mayhem and chaos reigned. People were running into my rig, but luckily there was plenty of tape onhand. One kid (Mr. Hissy Fit) had brought in a "modified" remote control monster truck. Apparently, he had added springs to make it have bogey suspension, but they had come off. So he was just running a remote controll car around, whining about how it wasn't cheating because we weren't actually competing...But I still think it was unsportsman-like. But I survived. And thanks to the awesome 4th and 5th grade science teacher (she teaches with the socratic method inn 4th and 5th grade, as well as being the most awesome person ever!), we all got little candy jack-up barges. CANDY CANES WOOT WOOT!

A rant for young master paolini

Well, I would like to start this post off with this kind message: CHRISTOPHER PAOLINI IS A HACK!!!!!!! Well, now that that is over with, I would like to take a moment to explain why.
1) Elves. He sort of COMPLETELY copied the elves from the Lord of the Rings, what with the tall beauty, living in trees, immortality, elegance, ancient magic, and so forth. He could have at least changed something. Oh, and the dwarves, too-see the previous sentance.
2) The names. Oh, please. Don't make me go over all of the places where this kid has copied name. Eragon=Aragorn-I'm insulted by this. Beor Mountians=Beorn (the guy in The Hobbit who turns into a bear) Ellsmeera=Ellsmeer Island (in the far north of North America, up by Greenland)
There is this one place that=the name of Paul's father (Dune) backwards, apostraphes and everything. The list goes on and on. Trust me.
3) The plot. Honestly. This is the most cliched plot in the history of the entire world. Boy with likely royal parentage, living a modest farm life comes upon marvelous thing (dragon egg), discovers that he has amazing powers, then goes off to save the world from the evil despot/sorcerer/dark lord.
4) The Varden=the Jedi, only the jedi are cool. Really, this one doesn't need explaining.
Not to sound rude, but do they really like plagerism in rural Montana? Because it seems like our dear friend Chris never figured out that original ideas are bad.
And none of the reviewers have noticed any of the afore mentioned points. "Best book since Harry Potter." Really.

Hail to the worst movie ever made

About a week ago, my parents decided to have a Woody Allen film festival. Now, I was very happy about this, because last year I acted in the play God, by the afore-mentioned Woody Allen. I was in the greek chorous, but since we only had two people, it wasn't the crappy part you might think it was. We watched Mighty Aphrodite and Sleeper. Sleeper was made in the 70's, about a man who was frozen for 200 years, and has now awakened in 2270. Vegetables and chickens are huge, and people get high from a small metal orb passed around at parties. There is a scene in which he is bouncing around in a hydro-vac suit, and you can clearly see the strings pulling him up into the air. Yay for the early days of special effects!
Oh, and by the way, never, I mean NEVER, see the movie Plan 9 from Outer Space. Can we say "worst movie ever made in the history of forever"? I think we can. It was designed to be so bad it was funny, but I think they overstepped the line by a lot. Which brings me to the unpleasent subject of The Omega Man. Comes in a close second to Plan 9 for worst movie ever. The main character DIES in the end. Ouch. In a pool of water filling slowly with his own blood, while a large and completely un-futuristic spear protrudes from his armpit. I can't believe sombody got the funding to make that pitiful excuse for a movie.

Quote:
"Yes, my goal is to strike fear into your hearts."
-My social studies teacher. She was kidding. I think.

Near, Far, Wherever You Are

Well, on day one of the bake sale, we made over $550!
On day two, we started acting a little strange, probably from all the sugar. After deciding we needed more advertising, we made a huge sign, and ran it up to the intersection above our school. At first, we wanted to tape it over the "Queen Anne Welcomes You" sign, but figured that might be illegal. We then spotted some bushes, and proceded to tape the sign to them. Somehow, someone said the word "distance," which prompted a top-of-our-lungs singing of "My Heart Will Go On," punctuated by screaming "BAKE SALE!!!!!!!" at passing motorists. Needless to say, none of us could hit the high notes, what with our non-warmed up voices. The high notes became more high-in-volume notes.
Oh, dear. Now I'm thinking about Titanic. Getting teary-eyed. You know, when I watched that, I had it together until the last scene when Rose is young again and she is meeting Jack on the stairway (okay, fine, I cried when Jack died. Please don't tell me you didn't know he died. I did NOT spoil the ending). That is so sad! I was practically bawling. But at least Rose is happy in her heaven, as implyed by that scene. I need to go think about beautiful romances for a while now.

Quote:
"Why isn't it working!? Oh, maybe if I put the movie in, it'll work."
Social Studies teacher again. She sometimes has problems with the VCR. She's learning, though.

Community Service and Destruction

Wow, so I guess I've posted every day since this blog was created. Go me! Well, I have had a lot of time on my hands. You see, this is ERB week, better known as "The week of evil standardized testing only justified by half days and a book fair." So we really don't have homework, and we get out of school at 11:40. Since the test are seriously easy, it' just like time off from school.
ERB week is also the week of fundraisers. Our Student Services Committe (of which I am the artist/form maker/poster maker) is having a huge bake sale to raise money for general disaster victims, and the Sasha Kolde Children's Guild (secretary, we raise money for Children's Hospital and Reigonal Medical Center and Ronald McDonald House) is having a book and beanie drive, to donate books and beanies to Children's. My days are packed, what with these two sales. Wednesday and Friday are SSC, and Thursday is Sasha Kolde. I'm kind of a community service freak. I am so going to be in the student government in high school.
Speaking of high school, it is essay season right now, and I am about ready to kill someone. I HATE WRITING STUPID ESSAYS!!!!! but if they'll get me into a good high school, that's a good thing.

Quote:
"I like purple. It symbolizes happiness and destruction."
that was me. This was an accidental quote. I was doing this stupid thing for english about what colors symbolize in different cultures. I like purple, so I said that. Then I thought about what it means, and this came out. Oops.

This was number one, now it's number three

Okay, so this was my first post on Weekly Ravings, and I am jut transferring the 2 posts I had on that one to this one. Ignore the first few sentances.

Hello, hello, hello!
Since this is my first post, I'll just take it slow. Not much has been happening, and not much is very interesting right now. But we did play mini golf in gym class today. I tied for first, but the guy I tied with practically threw a hissy fit because he claims that he got a 2, and not a 3 on one hole. But whatever.

Quote of the week:
"Just because I called you a transvestite doesn't mean you can't hug me."
-one of my friends. She was really cold, and needed a get-warm hug. Unfourtunately for her, she had just called one of my other friends a transvestite, so she was out of luck in the hugging department

Plays, both pro and amateur

We went to see the Grapes of Wrath today with school (the funny thing is that it was really for English class, but god forbid a fieldtrip should cut into our time for English. Or so our teacher implys). The actors were so freakin' good! And the guy who played the preacher was also the screenwriter for my friend's summer play. The same one who did the transvestite calling (see Number One-and some putt-putt). Small world, eh?
I sat in front of Mr. Hissy Fit, and guess who made little comments of his own through the whole thing, even though he was seated next to the Evil English Teaher? Said comments include: "I like the preacher," and "Cool, guns!" It was cool, though, that they built a pool of water under the stage, and at several points in the play, it was opened up and people jumped in. And rainwater fell in too. God, I want to work in a proffesional theater.
But what was really cool was the fact that three of my friends (one not really a friend) who used to go to the same school as me were there too. Only two more and we would have had the complete cast of Scapin, as preformed by the SCDS middle school of 2004. That play was incredible. We did the Cotton Eyed Joe dance behind the curtain during intermission, and prayed that nobody would open it.
Can we say "Stream of consciousness"?

Quote of the post:
"I'm confused you idiots!"
What a way to ask for an explanation

An Explanatory Note

I have recently transferred from the blog Weekly Ravings, cause it got really messed up. Sorry for any inconvenience.