Hello all you cool peoples who read my blog. Weird, isn't it? Well, this is my last weekend of freedom. In just a few days, it's back to the ol' torture chamber. Oh well. I may not be excited about the mountains of homework and loads of stress (grin), but I am excited about Peer Advising and my floor. It should be a good year. I will make it a good year. Muahaha. So, uh, wow, I guess that's all.

Wow, people are commenting on my blog! Cool!!! Well, I thought I would comment on Skye's comment about Legolas. Did anyone else notice that Legolas' sole purpose in Return of the King (aside from bringing down the oliphant, which should have counted as two) seemed to be to let the slow people in the audience know what was going on? Think about it: "A diversion." "One that is cursed." It's really kind of funny. Poor old Legolas.

That reminds me! I got the Return of the King piano book (have I already mentioned that?)! I love playing Into the West. The accompaniment is all arpeggiated cords (oh joy! I just found the spell check button!). It's not so much fun to play Pippin's song because it's only the melody, but it's still cool.

So, I'm having a birthday party this Saturday (even though my birthday was in May), and that should be cool. I was hoping some friends from out of town could come, but I don't think they will be able to.

Well, I'm getting to the good part in my book, so it's back to the ol' grinding wheel for me. I'll post again later.

Why do people keep bugging me to update my blog? If I want to dance, I'll ask you to dance--I mean, if I want to blog, I'll jolly well blog. But, unlike some people, my life is not an open book. Oh well, I'll be philosophical. (Onry phiwosophicerry)

I just finished reading Mansfield Park by Jane Austen. I like that book, but at the same time, it drives me crazy. All the characters are soooo annoying. I kept wanting to strangle Edmund, Fanny is too darn nice, Miss Crawford is dasht annoying, Mr. Crawford just drives me nuts, Maria needs a good spanking (grounding just wouldn't work), and Mrs. Norris definately needs to learn how to hold her tongue. Sir Thomas is about the only one I liked. Well, I like Fanny when she isn't being too nice. I even feel sorry for Julia. But, th--I lost my train of thought.

So, we just saw The Village. I liked it. Harry was disappointed. Oh well, I thought it was cool. I won't talk it about though cause I don't want to spoil it.

So, I updated my blog. Happy now all you pushy people? AMW

Whenever I post anything, it comes out sounding stupid. So, anyway, I went over to my friend's house last night and we watched Secret Window. Wow. What is it with Stephen King and murderous writers? I'm getting a little nervous here--should I not be a writer? I mean, I would hate it if I went crazy and started hearing voices. Especially if they told me to kill someone . . .
Little Voice: You mean you don't hear voices?
Me: Uh . . . . well, not ones that tell me to kill anyone
Little Voice: You've gotta fix the ending
Me: What ending?
Little Voice: "'I'm sure in time her death will be a mystery even to me,' said Bobby Dubrow as he helped himself to another pepper from the steaming bowl."
Me: WHAT? What are you talking about???
Little Voice: :::grins evilly::::
Me: Hold on just a minute!! If you are a little voice, how can you grin evilly?
Little Voice: Lots and lots of practice.
Me: Okay, that's enough, you'd better stop before you start to freak people out. So, BE GONE! or whatever it is I do to make you go away.
Little Voice: That'll work. :::pops away in little cloud::::
Me: Sheesh, some people . . . .

So anyway, uh . . . . train of thought derailed. So, do people actually read this? I can't imagine that they do. What was I saying? Oh yeah, so . . . . I still don't remember. Just give me a second . . . . . Oh yeah, so I'm halfway done with my second book, and my first book is finished except that I haven't gotten any feedback on it from anyone (hint hint), and until I do, I can't send it off to get it rejected. I have to get it rejected 11 times before I find a publisher who will publish it. At least, I think that's what the ratio was. So, look out world! You're reading the blog of the next bestselling author! Although, maybe I don't want to be bestselling. Then people could come find me and say, "You stole my story" which, of course, I DIDN'T. So just shut up about the car! Hmmm . . . that gives me an idea . . . .
Sammie G.
(so, are you thouroughly confused yet?)

So, last night I had this dream. Did anyone ever watch Beast Wars? Well, my dream last night had Best Wars in it. All these Maximals and Predacons were running all over the place. Megatron was like, "We'll get those stinkin' maximals!!" and Optimus Primal was like, "Well that's just prime." And all of a sudden, this little maximal comes up and says (in best Homestar Runner immitation voice) "Homestar, maximise!"

So now I've just written Strong Bad an e-mail asking him what he would look like as a transformer. Do you think he'll answer it? I hope so. That would be a funny e-mail.

I wonder what I'll dream about tonight? I guess I'd better go find out . . . .

Okay, here's the real deal. It's summer. Doesn't that rock? I think summer rocks. Summer is the best time of year. It's warm out, you get to go swimming, you don't have to do school (unless you're a loser [just kidding]), and there's just a really cool atmosphere. So, summer rocks the earth and sky to Pluto--and back.

So far, my summer has consisted of editing, editing, more editing, and brief attempts to clean the ol' . . . to clean the ol' . . . to clean my room. Is that interesting? I don't really think so. Therefore, I'll make it interesting.

Yesterday, I decided to go for a walk. Pretty boring, huh? Wrongo. That's when these three guys wearing black jumped out at me. They weren't wearing sunglasses, so I knew they were the Men in Black, they were just men in black. They grabbed one of my arms each, and that's when I really something was wrong. I wasn't supposed to have three arms! So after I freaked out, I came back to my senses and found that I had been shoved into a black car. I guess these fellows liked black. So, anyway, as we drove along, they began to ask me all sorts of weirdo questions, mainly: "Where is it?" and "Where is it?" and "Where is it?" Well, I had known what it was, I might have told them, but I didn't, so I didn't. Anyway, they took me to this big secret lair with all kinds of freaky scientific stuff. I still had three arms. After a hour or so, (I was sitting in the corner with all three of my arms tied), this dude wearing an awesome shiny so-dark-green-it-was-almost-black costume complete with the pointy ears. So of course, I knew it was a super hero. Well, the dude, who had some name in Latin that I can't remember, untied me and said, "Here's the antidote, take it!" So I did and my third arm disappeared. Mr. Really Educated Super-Hero Guy fought of the men in black who weren't the Men in Black, and then we ran away. So, I never figured out what I needed the antidote for or who the super-hero was or who the bad guys were, but how's that for interesting?

So, like Karen was like, fussy like, at me to like, post in my like blog. So like, guess what I'm like, doing? Like, totally rad man.

(And no my sister is like disowning me. Yay)

Anyhoozers. Guess what today is. :::turns to sister:::: what's today? I think it's June the 2nd. Oh yeah, I can check myself. Dohoohohohohoho. It's 3:13--I mean, June the 2nd. Do I rock or what? Karen found it.

So, like, this isn't my journal. Wow, that was profound. Karen just gaspded and said, "I've got my own blog!" like she didn't know or something? It was like--never mind, she spoiled it for me.

So, and she threw a grape at me. Well, sister--Karen

Later--
Well, we just forgot to clean the kitchen. And then we remembered. Okay, I think I'm going to start over now.

HAPPY uh DAY! Isn't it wonderful? Today is beautiful! Leo-the-Loli-Pop-Man and Shewan Khan are giving me funny looks. But today is COOKIE DOUGH DAY! That's what it is! HAPPY COOKIE DOUGH DAY!!!! And boy could I use it!
I have two papers and a speech (which will be a memorial service for Batman) due Monday plus this coming week I have a website I have to make, Bible and History reading, a History essay, I'm sure there's something in Psyc, yearbook, and PA/IMPACT stuff I have to do. Aren't I having fun? What I could use right now is a good ol' mission with lots of excitement and dramatic emphasis (laugh).

So you might wonder with all this stuff I'm doing, why aren't I doing it? Well, because I'm just so darn sick of school that I'm NOT!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! :::::lots of evil laughter:::: Now Sam and Gurgi the Little Doggie are giving me funny looks too. Well, I had been working on the Genre report for Bible, but I read my sisters blog and thought, "Today is Cookie Dough Day, I should post something. It's not like anybody reads it anyway. It will be sort of like writing to Teddy, except I'm too lazy to reach under my desk and get Teddy out right now." Okay, so those weren't my exact words. But oh well.

::10-20 minutes later:::: Well, my sister just stopped by and we wound up talking for awhile, so I should probably really get at it (stupid papers), but tonight! Tonight I must ride motorcycles! The motorcycles are calling me! Well, peace, love, and spinich (or liver or whatever). Or, in Klutzese: Motorcycles, Cookie Dough, and Starry Nights!! B'bye, says I!

:::curtain close, thunderous applause:::
(Am I the only freak that edits my posts before I post them? Don't answer that. Oh well, here goes nothing . . . AMW)

Last Wednesday I dreamt that I slept through Psyc class and yearbook meeting and woke up at 11:45. I thought, "I think I have something at tweleve, but I don't remember what it is." So I forgot about my first karate class. Then I was in another town and realized that I had fifteen minutes to get back in time for my PA interview. I don't know who was driving, but by the time I got back, there were only five minutes left. I was afraid it was some kind of omen!! But instead, that dream just kept me on my toes. I didn't miss anything and everything went pretty well. Yay!!

Well, a blog, a blog. What to do with a blog? :::starts singing::: Oh dear help, it's a blog! Daddy help! it's a blog! :::stops singing::: I wonder if anyone actually reads this. Well, I don't have much to say. Should I say something real? But that's so boring. Well, I'll say something else.

Every day or two, I get chocolate milk at one of my meals. I always blow bubbles in my chocolate milk. It's not that I have to, I just do. Often, when people see me, they say, "Wow, I haven't done that in ages," and then they'll go and get their own chocolate milk to blow bubbles in. Isn't this profound?

Well, I should go to bed, I have prayer meeting in the morning and I already slept through devos (now I feel really bad, bad lama), so I will write something even more profound later.

Well, I'm giving in. I don't think I'll keep up with this, but oh well. Here goes nothing.