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Tuesday, January 11

And another thing...

This is like the third time I've edited this entry. This time, it's about Star Wars. Okay, the original three may be uber cheezy, but if you've ever watched them as a kid, it's just AMAZING to watch Luke blow up (first of all, ERM, second of all, I mean explode) the Death Star (I mean, how many people do you know that blew up a Death Star? Not many!), or get a robot hand (He probably cried robot tears also), or see Ewoks, or see space ships, or Chewbacca...golly, I'm going over all these movies, and I'm realizing how great they are! That's why I want the DVD's for my birthday.

As for the newer movies. Well, "The Phantom Menace" was good, except for that UGLY-ASS rat-tail, (which should go unnamed, forget I mentioned it), and Darth Maul. Could that ugly man get any scarier?? Put a post on my tag board if you agree. "The Attack of the Clones", while a "pelican" (not stealing any jokes, this is what Nicole told me to call him) looked much much better, there was no plot. NOTHING happened. And for the third one? "Revenge of the Sith"? I CAN'T WAIT AT ALL! I'M DYING! AHHHH

"It's just turkey", my mom said into the phone a few minutes ago as she gave one of her quick half-smiles, "Making it relaxes me. I mean, what's the worst that could happen with that kind of thing?"
A few hours later, our house was engulfed in angry flames. "The 'burbs are going down," the firey pits of hell said as they relocated into our kitchen. As the fire spread, our neighbors screamed, ran for their dear lives. Some pulled a quick Dolly Madison and ran back inside their houses to retrieve their most valuable possessions. Like their children's ADD medication and Channel purses. Children just stood dumbstruck in the middle of the frosty streets, clutching their teddy bears, sucking their thumbs. "Mommy? Are we living in a reinactment of 'To Kill a Mockingbird'?"
"Don't think so" said their parents in response as they, too, watched the remainder of our house collapse, the ashes spreading over and destroying anything nearby, including the brand new corvette in the driveway next door. "Rats, now i only have seven." said the owner of the vehicle.
The ashes of our former house spread as quickly as a rumor all throughout town. People we weren't even associated with drove by just to tell us that they were having nearly fatal coughing fits. That they couldn't breathe. They couldn't see anything over three feet away. That, dare i say it, their furniture was collecting massive amounts of dust.
Twenty-four hours later, on black Friday, no more complaints rebounded off the nonexistant walls of our home. Because by then, everyone was dead.
"Damn," Mom said as she continued to brush the crusty ashes out of her hair, "I burnt the turkey." (Daryl)

[listening to: "A Man and a Woman" U2]


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