Feelin' Blue

This is a video I made the other day. After Thomas sent me that other cool video I got inspired to start doing claymation again.


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Awesome.

Thomas sent me this video. I think it's proably the coolest thing I've ever seen. I can't stop watching it. It is fascinating.

Popular

If you think you're really popular because everybody waves at you on your way home, maybe you should check your front headlight.

Vivid dreams.

Last night I went to bed at like 1:30. I also promised that I would go with mom to her seminary class at 5:30. So getting only 3 and a half hours of sleep, I obviously went back to sleep after getting home. So I ended up sleeping from 8 to 3. Yeah. I know right?
Anyway, I had a dream. It was a good one too. Actually I had a couple of dreams but I can't remember the first one very well. All I know is that it involved a boy I don't know very well and a tiny car. Awkward.

So here goes. Me and the Cullens from "Twilight" are all pretending to be dead to escape some psychopath, except Alice and Esme are not in on the plan, so they find us and start screaming. So we all get up to tell them to stop screaming, but not before a small crowd gathers outside. So to hide the horrified screaming I run out and start yelling "I'm engaged!". As if the joyful screaming can mask screams of finding your family dead. Oh, and did I mention that I was really engaged to Edward? I know. Anyway, then the scene turns into some kind of bridal shop, and Edward turns into one of my old friends, who will remain nameless for the purposes of my private humiliation. Anyway, I am in this really pretty wedding dress, but it's all wrinkled for some reason. He is joking around that I have no taste in dresses, and I say some snide remarks back... or at least I'd like to think so. We walk out of the bridal shop directly into a candy store. He starts eating pretzels, and I'm thinking "He doesn't eat, what is he doing?" I notice a girl who's dress has straps made of pretzels, and point it out saying how cool it is. He agrees, but then takes me aside and tells me how dumb it looks. What a charmer. There are candy canes in a jar by the door, and I want to get one, but they were 73 cents, and I don't have any money. That seems to be a common theme throughout my dreams and my current life. The sign underneath the candy canes says something to the effect of, take a bag and throw them into it with your friends to have some fun. I think it's weird to put that up, seeing as that is probably not the best game to play with fragile candy canes, and also not fun enough to get anyone to buy them. We leave and Edward is Edward again. Not just any Edward though, he's the Edward from my mind that I created in there when I first started reading the books. Awesome. He puts his arm around me as we walk down the street and asks me if Mike Newton is my boyfriend. "NO. No." Um, didn't I say I would marry him? He wants to mess with Mike, so we follow him to this pumpkin patch/ice cream shop/ costume and tee shirt shop, all the while I'm looking at my huge ring that I have put on my index finger because I'm "Bella" and that's what she would do. Though I was constantly thinking how stupid that was because I was ecstatic to be engaged to him. Edward gets this ice-cream cake that is pizza flavored. Gross. He goes and sits across from Mike at this table, and Mike is sleeping with his head down. Edward starts chewing really loud to wake him up. I stand next to him whispering that he doesn't even eat, and that he's being mean, but I think it's funny so I let it go. I start walking around and find a BYU sweatshirt for $9.99. That's a steal! I was excited for a second until I realized again that I didn't have any money. Then there was a horse auction. I don't have any idea where it came from, but I do remember two men bidding for the same horse, and one said "I'm will to go up to $110,000." But the other old man, who then turned into a young lawyer lady, said "I'll give you 300,000." The other old man stood up and stormed out, but what I didn't understand was that there were two identical horses and no one even bid on the second one. The next bidder was a lady who bought the horse, but since she couldn't take it home right away because she was an usher for the four people sitting on hay bails bidding, she wasn't allowed to buy it. "I was going to surprise my husband... I has 3 million dollars set aside for this." I wondered that if she had that much money, why she had a junky sedan being crammed with all of her kids and no way to even transport a horse. I imagined her guiding the horse along side the car while she drove. Now I was back to the shop with all the stuff. There was this guy trying to sell bunny suites to a lady, but they had to be sewn directly onto the kid, so she didn't want to get them in case they had to go to the bathroom. The guy selling them would not let it go, so Edward gave them a slice of his pizza ice-cream cake. I had it in my hand and it was a wooden car whistle. So I kept on breaking off chunks to give to the kids. Edward wanted them to get the runs or something just to prove the idiot guy wrong. As the kids were eating the wooden chunks of car/whistle/pizza ice-cream cake, all I wanted to do was go back and sit with Edward while he was messing with Mike. Unfortunately this is when I woke up.
The funny thing is, I have been having a ton of dreams lately about being best friends with the Jonas Brothers, Chad Dylan Cooper from "Sonny with a Chance", and also meeting up with old friend I haven't seen in years.
Kelsey says I have vivid dreams. I'm beginning to think she's right.

Adventures in rootbeer.

The other day I was looking for a recipe online. I found one that sounded promising and still had a couple of hours before I needed to start dinner (I cook dinner on Thursdays). As I was perusing some of the other recipes, I came across a blog about cupcakes. There was a root beer cupcake on there that sounded cool, so I wanted to make it- We had gotten pocky sticks earlier to go with the theme of my Chinese food dinner, so I thought they would be perfect for straws to stick in the cupcakes. With this knowledge, I decided I had to make the cupcakes that night. I set out to Kroger's to buy a single bottle of root beer. This is where the fun begins. I drove toward Kroger's, a direction I'm not that used to driving. I drove... and drove... and drove, and realized I was probably way too far away, and probably already passed it. So, after turning around in a dirt driveway, and waiting an extra long time for traffic to pass because I didn't want to start skidding on the gravel and dirt, I began driving back toward home. I drove and drove, and deciding that I must have forgotten about a turn to Kroger's from our house, instead stopped at Walgreens. I knew where that was, and wouldn't have to take any risky turns, since I didn't have a cell phone. I turned into Walgreens, and was lucky enough to have a front row parking spot. I walked inside, and quickly found the soda section. I chose the root beer and fortunately found A&W which is what the recipe suggested. I went to the check out counter, and it took me a minute to realize the lady in front of me had a giant stack of notebooks. The cashier took his sweet time too. In the background there was music playing, that I know was exactly the same music in the R.M. -when his mom has to drive him and his date because he doesn't have insurance with the car- when it was completely silent otherwise. A minute went buy and the cashier mumbled "there's three of these right?", even though he wasn't really expecting an answer. I was about to laugh because it was such a cinematical moment, but I thought that would be rude. Finally the cashier was done, but as I was preparing to place my single bottle of root beer on the counter, I see it. A pile of coupons the size of an island... a very small island, but r on the counter, I see it. A pile of coupons the size of an island... a very small island, but still. So I waited, again thinking how hilarious this would be in a movie. Then, "These were three for a dollar". The cashier then told her that's what he charged her and that the coupon wouldn't run through twice. "It says limit six." "It won't run through again. Watch." "LOOK, it says limit six, that's why I picked up six." "I don't know what to do, the only thing I can do is call the manager." "Then call the manager." "MANAGER TO REGISTER TWO." The manager walked over, and had a look and explanation from the cashier. He explained that it only said it on the register, but it really did discount all six. In my head I was thinking "They're only like 35 cents a piece anyway." Then as the cashier was finally really finishing up with the million notebook lady he said, "She can take you over there.", and pointed across the store to a cashier that was just standing there at the register. YOU TELL ME THIS NOW? So, I walked over, was checked out, and still got out at the same time as the coupon lady. I started to laugh to myself as I got into the car. I drove to the parking lot exit, and waited some more. The cars were taking an unusually long time to pass, as if they were trying to make me wait to see what I then saw. "KROGER". A huge sign, directly across the street. And the cupcakes weren't even that good.

I should be in line for the midnight showing of Harry Potter. Boo.

Jonas Brothers.

If I have ever said anything negative about the Jonas Brothers, I take it back. I like them a lot now. I never necessarily disliked them, I just didn't get what all the hype was about. Now I do. I especially like Joe's curly hair, and their new song "Paranoid".

Study.

When I sit down to study, I almost immediately start to get sleepy. Even the people in this picture look bored. I'm pretty sure that means studying has always been boring... which means there's no hope for the future. Puh huh.

Might as well.

If there is going to be a "Super Target", why don't they go all the way and call it "Fabulous Target" or "Magnificent Target"? I just don't understand why they have to stop at super. Super is so over-used.

Nothing like some good old Premonition.

There is so much road work going on here. I found this sign on Wikipedia, and couldn't resist it. It was labeled "Moose crossing". I think it should be labeled "Limping Moose... crossing". It really makes you think, "They probably should have put up that sign earlier."

Dale.

Have you noticed that you can put just about any word before dale and it becomes a town name: Catherinedale

Dinodale

Pandale

Murraydale

Potdale

Can you tell I'm in the kitchen and can hear the Wiggles playing in the other room while I'm writing this? Murray is so creepy.

Joke.

I think it would be hilarious if you were in a big group of people, to tell a joke with a super complicated punchline that you knew no one would understand, then you laughed so hard they felt stupid for not knowing what it was, then they felt like they had to laugh too. For example "What's the difference between empirical sciences and constructivist epistemology? Observable theoretical experimentation and disambiguation!" Of course there could be the one who says "I don't get it." But then you could say "You're such a kidder." Then keep laughing. But then they'd start to see you sweat, and if they asked you again, you would have to pretend you were having a heart attack.

Hot Pockets.

The other day I was eating a Hot Pocket, it was ham and cheese because those are the only ones that I like. I was thinking "This is really hot." Then it came to me- warm pockets. They'd be better than hot pockets because you wouldn't have to wait for them to cool off, and they'd be way better than cold pockets, because that would be gross. Which in hindsight is probably why no one has thought of those yet.

Smoothies.

On the topic of changing foods, I've recently been thinking, if there is a smoothie, where are the chunkies? I mean, don't get me wrong, I've never been a fan of anything chunky, peanut butter, yogurt with fruit in it, yogurt at all, cookies with nuts, bagels with seeds. I was just curious.

Contest.

Finally, I've been thinking this over for a few months now, and I've finally decided to post a competition/raffle... thing. I would like everyone to give me a subject. It can be anything*, and by anything, I mean anything that is not listed next to the star at the bottom of the page. Then I will pick one at random (or whichever one I like best) to write a poem, more of a ditty, if you would like the put a tune to it, about the subject. Ta-Da. Hurry and reply because I'm excited. In other words, this is more for my own enjoyment than anyone else's.

* May not be anything crude- not that any of you would do that, I just want to be sure. May not be about a certain person, unless this person is a celebrity, or someone who is well known, more like just not anyone we know. Has to be in the form or 3 or fewer words, not including words like the, or, or and.

Sweet, sweet seventeen.

I have finally found a use for my young-looking...nes. Today at the mall, me, Kelsey, Ben, grandma and mom were all... well, at the mall. Anyway, mom went over to this dress shop while the rest of us stayed over looking at a map. I realized I didn't care where we went, so I didn't need to look at a map, so I followed mom. I don't know how she got past the obstacle course of sales people so quickly. She's good. First there was this guy shining shoes, who was trying to get me to buy something that would "work right before my eyes". As I was wondering how any shoe polish could work on rubber and canvas shoes, I pretended I didn't hear him and just said something like "oh, yeah" instead of answering him. Then I just smiled like an idiot at him and continued to walk. One down. Next there was this guy selling phones at one of the kiosks. Before I knew he was there he had already gotten out of me where I am from, or the lack thereof, since we are in the middle of moving. Next he asked me how old I was.
"N- Seventeen." I replied. "Oh, well come talk to me when your eighteen." Wow. With a huge smile, way too big for any normal dodging of a bullet, I continued on my way to the dress barn.

Youngin'

It all started in Utah, at a family reunion. I believe it was Calvin and Noah who couldn't believe that I was about to turn 14. They are my own family.

Fast forward to just a few months ago on my birthday.

Location: Olive Garden

Day: Nineteenth birthday

Dad: "You choose it's your birthday."

Me: "Dad." (scowling)

Waiter: "Really? How old are you?"

Me: "19".

Waiter: "Really?"

Me: "Yep."

Waiter: "I thought you were like 15 or 16. Is she really 19?"

Mom and Dad: "Yes."

This happened a few times. The rest of the time he just kept on looking at me in aw like I was some kind of freak show at a circus.

Now this last week.

Location: Grandma's ward relief society activity.

Day: Umm... yesterday.

Lady: "So, are you on Spring break?"

Me: "No, I'm actually graduated."

Later:

"So how old are you?"

"19"

"Really, I was thinking like 14 or 15."

People keep on telling me I'll be grateful for looking young later in life. I don't think so. How am I gonna get married if people think it's illegal to date me? I'll probably just end up an old cat lady. But all the cats will stay looking like kittens.

Yeah, forgetful like a fox.

Like a fox.

You know when someone says "You're crazy." Then someone else says, "Yeah, crazy like a fox." Wouldn't it be funny if instead of saying that someone was crazy like a fox you just said it about anything. For example: "You're tall!" "Yeah, tall like a fox." See how that works? Pretty sweet huh?

Colbie.

What kind of name if Colbie Caillat anyway? Is that made up? I don't know, all I know is that I can't stand her. If she was a robot, she'd be named Wall-a--- Wall-a Waillat. "Can you count me in?"? Does that even make any sense? If she was asking the instrumental section if she could sing with them, they should have said no.

Bach.

If I ever get a dog, which I won't, I would name him "Bach". People would think it was because I was really classy and think that I named if after the famous composer, but really it would just be because I wanted to say "Come BACH!"



Fat Chance.

When people say "Fat chance", I always think that it doesn't make sense. Wouldn't it be "thin chance". Because fat gives the impression that there is a lot of chance, while thin makes it sound like there isn't much chance. Unless it's just sarcasm... which it usually is.

Pop-ups.

There are pop ups are everywhere. They have even started to infiltrate youtube. I mean the actual little window that you are watching the video in. Honestly? If I go to youtube, it's usually to watch a video, and most likely I'm going to click out of the pop-up if there is one. It's just annoying, and then you ignore it anyway. Then on TV, have you seen the one's that take up like half the screen? I can't believe it. This post deserves an exclamation point. -- !

Moving.


As you may know I'm moving. To where, and when, the world may never know. Or you could just ask, but seeing as this is an open blog, I'm not going to be handing that information out like the neighbors parents hand out popsicles on a hot summer day.


Clean rooms.


Does it creep anyone else out when a hotel's sign says "clean rooms", or a gas station sign says "clean bathrooms. It's kind of like they're extra proud of that or something. I'm sorry, but I don't think that's something to be advertising. It's kind of like saying, "We just cleaned our bathrooms, so come quick before they get nasty again." Or like the attendant there is being forced to clean the bathroom all the time, so to get back at them they are only cleaning it so it looks clean, when really it's crawling with.... something really gross. And the only way I'll ever believe a hotel room is really clean is if I see them wiping the entire room down, which would all be tiled, and see the mattress and sheets brought in on a Sears truck.
Peeps.

This is is where I talk about my peeps... which happen to be rabbit shaped and coated in pink sugar. In the last 20 minutes I have eaten an entire package of peeps.... almost. I actually have two left. I feel sick. Not only my stomach, but I'm getting a sugar headache now too. They are just so good, and they just smoosh down so it's like they're not even there. But then you get sick and realize they were there. And the evidence is on your lips when you go to look in the mirror and your lips are pink. Which is actually kind of cool. It's like wearing lipstick without actually wearing lipstick. Cool huh?

Oh cool, I finally figured out the volume on this computer.




Charger.
So, we got to Seattle, or thereabouts, and I realized I didn't have my phone charger. Well my phone was already dead by the time I got there, so I just used my mom's phone. I had to go through a lot... well more trouble than usual getting some phone numbers, by way of Elizabeth, instead of just having them in my phone book. Anyway, after an entire week of having no phone and using my mom's phone for texting, which she doesn't have on her plan (I think I owe her a few bucks), I found my charger in the front of my suitcase. Now, when I actually use it again is a different story. I'm not really sure where my phone is right now.

I reallly did forgot my ipod charger in Colorado. So, for an entire flight, I did not have my ipod. I am very disappointed. The most annoying thing is that Hannah has one, and we stayed with them for a week and I still didn't charge it because I kept on forgetting to ask to borrow it. So now I have to beg Kelsey and Ben to PLEASE bring yours for my final flight... forever... or until this summer at least. Consider this me asking you guys, because I know I'll forget. Just like I forgot my...


Toothbrush.

Four times actually. I still can't believe it. Trust me, if you ever want to see your toothbrush again, don't entrust it to me. I left one in the hotel back home, 2 at Kelsey and Ben's house, and one at Pattie and Brian's house. Luckily I had a spare one, that I didn't want to use because it had been in a bag with makeup and stuff. But desperate times call for desperate measures, along with hot water and soap.

Well... seeya.

At Last...

First, I figured that was a good title, since, first I am listening to that song, and secondly, it's been quite some time.

Baby steps= nonexistent.

There are no such things as baby steps. I mean if you think about it, toddlers are the ones that learn to walk, not babies.

"Toddler is a common term for a young child who is learning to walk." There you have it, straight from the world's most reliable fact source- Wikipedia. So in conclusion... umm... there's no such thing. And I'm not dissing you Elizabeth, but I did have some time to think it over right after you sent me that one text. Thanks, p.s.

Dream brush.

For my birthday mom and dad got me this brush, well not this brush, but a brush. Oh my, it runs through my hair like a hot knife through butter. It's big and rectangle and has some kind of ceramic somewhere in it, or at least that's what the label said. It's niiiiice.

Changed my life.





I was watching a show the other night, "Platinum Weddings" ($215,000 for a bracelet. Whaaat?) Anyway, this commercial was about some fancy makeup that is like super perfect. One lady said it "changed my life"... "honestly". Anyway, I thought that was silly, then I thought, maybe the silly thing is not that it changed her life, but that that's all that it did. I mean anything can change your life. Let me elaborate- I didn't curl my hair this morning. I decided to pull it back in a ponytail instead. Now, this could turn into many scenarios, but I'll just go with the one I think will most "change my life". Now, understand that it is a low ponytail, and as everyone knows, if you lay your head down on a low ponytail, it eventually starts to hurt. So, if I decide to take a nap this afternoon (because I stayed up way too late last night), I would probably take my hair out. Here's where it gets complicated. I could a.) put the rubber band in my pocket, b.) put it on my wrist, or c.) put it on the ground. Now, follow along, this could get out of control.


a.) If I put it in my pocket, I'd probably forget it was there, and while I was frantically looking for it, I'd make me and my mom late to the class tonight, causing us to get a bad parking spot, then being kidnapped on the way back out to the car after the class because we were so far out. Now, I'll stop there, do with that scenario what you will. I imagine a ransom and whole lot of shooting.


b.) The rubber band would cut of my circulation in my wrist and then my hand would turn against me and try to kill me, concluding with me ending up with one hand.


c.) I would lean down to pick up the rubber band when I awoke, then when I was coming back up from the lean down, I'd hit the back of my head on the bottom of the table. Then as I awoke again from my forced nap, I'd realize that I didn't know where I was and who the people were around me, now whether that is because I had amnesia, or was on a stretcher with a whole bunch of unknown paramedics around me, I don't know. Do with that what you will.


Here are my options to avoid such unpleasantness. I could not take a nap, I could take out my hair now (but then I'd had a huge rubber band crease, and who knows what trouble that would cause), or I could just take a nap somewhere far away from a table.





And all this because of the makeup I decided to use- I mean the decision to put my hair in a ponytail.

Inappropriate texting.

I rarely get seriously angry... out loud. OK, hardly ever, but I get angry on the inside. So, we go to happy fun night, you all know this, I've talked about it before quite a lot. It's fun, but the one thing I can't stand is when there are people, mostly girls, on the court with their cell phones out, texting while the game is in play. I can hardly contain myself. I can't use the word irate yet, that will come a little later.





This is a shoe stomping on a texting person's hands.

Smelly hands.

The other day, while reading or something. Actually I was probably at the computer. Anyway, I brought my hands to my face and was repulsed when I thought they smelled like cat food. I don't even own a cat, and avoid touching animals at all costs in general. You may wonder then, "why do you have a bottle of soy sauce on this post?" Well I'll tell you. A lot of times my hands will smell like soy sauce. I don't know if it's just me or what, but I encourage all of you to smell your hands every once in a while, to see what they smell like. I'm sure I'm not the only freak.











Psych.

Three words- funniest show ever. I mean seriously, I've never watched a more witty and hilarious show. I highly recommend it.

Poison.

Wouldn't it make life so much easier if poison drew on the food it was poisoning a skull and crossbones. I don't know why poison manufacturers don't think of that. If any are reading this blog now, feel free to run with it.

Panda Express.

This one time in Utah, me and some of my siblings were deciding where to go for dinner. Kelsey said something about eating "Panda". So, thinking I was being funny said something to the effect of "I don't feel right eating panda." No one got it.


These are the owners of Panda Express apparently. Do you know how hard it is to find a simple picture of the front of a panda express?

Color.


Someone asked me the other day what color I am. OK, that's a lie, no one asked me... unless you count me. Anyway, I saw on Elizabeth's blog this color test and wanted to try it so I did. Apparently I'm a white. And here's what it says about them.

WHITE (Motive: PEACE)—These are the peacekeepers. Peace: the ability to stay calm and balanced even in the midst of conflict, is what motivates and drives these people. They bring great gifts of clarity and tolerance and are generally kind, adaptable, and good-listeners.

Now, I'm not saying I'm a saint or anything, but if the color fits. (That was so a joke, whites aren't that vain. And besides, I'm only 51% white.)



Irate.


Remember how I said I was going to use the word "irate"? Well here it comes, you should probably be sitting down. When me and mom were driving to Deon's house one day, there was this kid walking from the bus stop- in the middle of the street. As we drove closer to him he started walking further into the middle, then as we drove to the left side of the street, he walked further left, clearly trying to make us mad. Well it worked. I was irate. LIVID. You have no idea how angry I was. Fortunately for him mom was driving, so I couldn't run him over. I kept yelling "HONK AT HIM!", but she wouldn't. She must be more white than I am... at least 52%. The sad thing is, that when we got to Deon's house and told her, she asked if we wanted Dillan to get his gun and go out there. While mom and Deon laughed, I considered. Though with Dillan's broken ankle it probably wouldn't have happened anyway.

Oh, sweet justice.

Northanger Abbey.

I have never read a Jane Austen book, and though it shames me, I still don't think I will for a while. Anyway, I did watch Northanger Abbey the other night on PBS. It is fantastic. Everyone I talked to said they didn't like it as much as the others, but I beg to differ. It's way more exciting, and there is no big understanding that doesn't get resolved until the end. That always annoys me. It did have the classic Jane Austen crazy family members, and scandals though. Plus the main character's name is Catherine. So if I find a guy named Henry, with a sister named Eleanor, and a father who hates my guts, we can basically skip all the dating and just get married.

Fish and bowling.

Dad was asking us what we would want in a house if he were to build one. I said... well a lot of stuff, which included a bowling alley and an aquarium. Then I had an epiphany. An aquarium/bowling alley, and it went from a freakishly cool basement idea, to a multi-million dollar business idea. Can you imagine how cool it would be to be bowling, and all of the sudden, a whale shark swims under your 80's style bowling shoes? SWEET!

It would look like this, except better, and under all the lanes.
So, as I thought this over, I was thinking of names. At first I thought "Aquaribowl" would sound pretty cool, but then it came to me- "Fish Bowl". It's perfect. I'm going to be a millionaire before I'm old enough to... oh wait, I can already vote.

Random stuff.

I had no idea Wikipedia had a real home page. I don't know, I just always thought it went to that one "pick a country" page, so imagine my surprise when I found out that they even have a picture of the day. So I present to you this... times edition of "random stuff".

A ca. 1890–1900 photochrom of St. Alexander's Church (Kościół św. Aleksandra in Polish), a Roman Catholic church in Warsaw, Poland, before its destruction in World War II. After the war it was rebuilt on a smaller scale.

Is that it? Why yes, yes it it.

Tonight we we flipping through channels, and found "Some Like It Hot" was on. It's about two men who are running away from some mobsters, and decide to dress like girls and join a girl's band. Well, it all goes along, and it's hilarious, but at the same time, I think it should just be called, "Some like it AWKWARD."

Does it bug anyone else that in commercials, they always throw the whole strawberry stem and all into the chocolate? It drives me crazy. Who wants to bite into a luscious chocolaty strawberry and get stem in their mouth. You might as well just give them the chocolate covered stem, cause that's all they're gonna remember!

I get most of my blog ideas in the shower. I guess that's why I take long showers. Oh wait, no there's something else, I can't quite put my finger on it. Oh yeah, I have OCD about germs. That's it, I guess I don't think about it enough to remember. YEAH RIGHT!

I was thinking the other day about why they called it "gum". This is my theory: It started out as a Halloween candy, making kids think they were chewing gums. That's just gross, but as time went on, people forgot what they were supposed to be chewing because of the delectable new flavors. So the candy people wanted to bring back the Halloween feel to gum and that's why we have nasty gummy worms and junk. Wait, that doesn't make sense.

Does anyone else think that Storm and Jean Grey would be upset that they are called X-men? I don't either. Anyway, I was thinking that if I had a power, it would be Jean Greys, or Kitty Pride's. Or maybe Wolverine. Or maybe Storm. Or maybe the ice or fire guy's. Or maybe like the blue guy, just not the actual blue, cause that's creepy. I don't' really know what they're all whining about, about being different and stuff. Oh boo hoo. You could crush mankind if you wanted! I guess it's a good thing I'm not an X man.

Speaking of the X men... and Demi Lovato, does anyone think she and Rogue look spectacularly similar. So, these are probably not the best pictures to compare, but just think about it. It's almost uncanny.

Speaking of the Jonas Brothers, no wait, I was talking about Demi Lovato, but you might as well be talking about Disney Channel in general. Anyway, the other night I had a dream that I was hanging out with the Jonas Brothers. It was awesome. Me and Joe were like this (Imagine my fingers crossed). Kevin was a little on the shy side, and Nick was being a primadona. I think he was just upset about being away from Selena Gomez. That's just the feeling I got, but he warmed up to me. So basically what I'm trying to say is that when their show gets aired, I'm definitely going to be the first, along with a million others, to watch it.

Speaking of... hot stuff(?) There's this toothpaste that's called "Crest Ultra Whitening". I don't suggest it to anyone. Especially someone who doesn't like open wounds in their mouth. Geesh, it should be called "Crest Ultra Burning". Yikes, it hurts. Don't worry, this isn't an actual picture of the so called "toothpaste". That would be far too offensive to put on my blog, and apparently it was for Wikipedia too.

Footloose. Need I say more? OK I will. Remember in the song when he says "Everybody Cut"? Well, after a lot of thought, I've figured it out. He means to say "Everybody cut my sandwich. Remember how the intro is super long? That can only mean that he was making a sandwich, and as I said before, a very long intro, means a very long sandwich, clearly indicating that he needed everyone to help cut the sandwich. Now, what was put on the sandwich, and whether he planned to share is still under speculation.

Or he could mean, "everybody cut a rug". Like dancing. But I think that's a little too far fetched, even for him.

Have you heard? There is going to be another footloose, or should I say remake of the original. 4 words, or 2 names, whichever you like, Zac Efron and Kenny Ortega. Now, I don't need to explain who Zac Efron is, but if you don't know, Kenny Ortega directed all three High School Musicals. If that doesn't scream "BEST MOVIE EVER!" I don't know what does.

Elizabeth thought this movie was too long. I thought it was just right. I want to learn how to ride a horse just because of this movie. I also want to marry someone who looks like Hugh Jackman, which is probably more likely than me getting the guts to get on a horse. I can't go three steps up on a ladder without going into panic mode.

You know in all of those previews and movies, where the main character looks across the street, and sees someone unexpected for a split second before the bus comes and drives past, then the person disappears? I think it would be hilarious if the bus was about to drive past, but the person disappeared before it even got there.

If real estate agents sell real estate, then who sells fake estate? I guess it would be a faketor, pronounced fake-a-tor. It sounds like some villain in a comic book. "I am Faketor! I will sell you nonexistent real estate at unreasonable prices!" He might catch on, but I wouldn't make an action figure just yet.

As Promised, my random section. I'm starting off strong with two random thoughts.

I saw this on someone else's blog and thought it was really cute. They're cupcakes. How cool is that? I'll tell you, very.

This is Edwards car. Did it bug anyone else that in the movie he had some wimpy hatchback? I mean come on, that car should belong to a Barbie Girl, not a freakishly cool vampire.