Once again, Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest has managed to set my blood to the point of boiling. I burn with outrage!! The absolute and unmanagable distain I feel for that movie is beyond explaination and comprehension! Never again will I subject myself to such pains as watching that film... Elizabeth!! AHHH!!!!! The cheating queen of hollywood. The princess of prositution! The heroine of hussys!! The baroness of you-know-whats!! GRRRAHHH!!! MAN I need to meditate...

You're supposed to answer the questions for me.

• Who are you?
• Are we friends?
• When and how did we meet?
• Would you kiss me? Where?
• Give me a nickname and explain why?
• Describe me in one word!
• What was your first impression of me?
• Do you still think the same?
• What reminds you of me?
• If you could give me anything what would it be?
• How well do you know me?
• Would you ever meet up with me?
• Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?

Anytime I ever feel blue or a little under the weather. It's my two friends Bree and Cat who can bring me out of the gloom. All I have to do is pop Invasion of the Flying Jellyfish into my dvd player, sit back, and let the magic of Bree N Cat Productions lift my spirits. It isn't neccessarily the grammy nominee acting, or the world class special effects that really gets me though.... It's the special "Happy Birthday" commentation at the end that stirs my soul every time. Because I KNOW, without hesitation, that they really mean the wonderful things they have to say and they truly care about me and my life. I never need wonder what possessed them to reinact the characters Bill and Ted, or to create the flying jelly fish, because I know it was me. It was my existence that compelled them to make a movie and enjoy doing it. By simply "being" I stirred the ideas and the motives to their pleasure and their giving. They will never know how moved I was to be counted as so special. In my entire life I have never felt the absolute joy that I was blessed with on September the 13th, 2004 when those two beautiful souls surprised me in my best friend's living room as I watch that show. Thank you. From the bottom of the depths of my heart, thank you Bree and Cat. I can always count on you and IoTfJ.

I just listened to a fantastic song by Chris Rice. He sings about cartoons and what if they were saved. So funny and incredibly catchy! I started snooping around the www and found a website that offered the song in a Windows Media file. You can listen to it for yourself.

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There was terrible controversy over this song...sadly. Chris was just trying to have a little fun and got hammered by the legalist Christians...poor guy. But that song...

Oh man...

I have absolutly no motivation at the moment. This is a very troubling issue for me right now. Seeing that I need to deal out 4-5 pages for an 8-10 page paper (due on Monday), I am in a bit of a pickle. I've sat for an hour now in front of this computer in the library. I've managed to read, at least twice, many of the websites offering information on my topic (the Ireland Revolution) and still I have not found motive to write anything about it. My mind is scattered and blurry. I'm tempted to just go outside with a good book, lay in the grass mid-campus on a blanket w/ a pillow, and fall asleep reading.... Aaaand that's what I'll do.