Did you know that during the "A Whole New World" song in Aladdin Aladdin and Jasmine go to 4 different countries? I watched it today with Lily and was quite amazed about how much I had forgotten in this film. During the flying carpet scene they are in Agraba to start, then Egypt, then Greece!, then China. It's pretty amazing. They also run with wild horses in some unknown country and, of course, fly among the clouds. Interesting. And Robin Williams is more funny every time I see him.

There's a lot of great movies coming out this summer, I must say. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is coming out in July, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants will hopefully be good, but silly, comes out shortly. Batman Begins, War of the Worlds and Bewitched should all be good. I'm excited. I'll be seeing many movies. And, for course, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince is being published! How absolutely fantastic! I think the Half-Blood Prince is Dumbledore, and maybe Dumbledore will DIE at the end. That would be very very sad. I also think that maybe Harry will die at the end of the seventh. That'll be terrible. It'd feel bad for Hermoine. I hope SHE doesn't die- don't think I could take that. My friend Jesse said that she and I and Margot were like the terrific trio in Harry Potter- she was Ron, awkward but hilarious, Margo was Hermione- brillant and overachieving, and I was Harry- adventurous and brave. I, personally completely disagree with her. No one has ever called me brave. =)

I seem to update much more often when I'm busier than a bumblebee in May, but I do. And when I have free time, I don't write as much or as often. That's a strange paradox, if you ask me. Yes it is. So, as one might imagine, I am very busy. I've stayed after school for 4 days in a row to work on newspaper. It takes me a long long long time to lay out all those pages. I don't know why. Hopefully, I'll speed up. I think I already am. But I'll work on it for three and a half hours tomorrow, too, maybe more if I stay after school. Hmmmm. It's kinda fun- it kinda drives you mad- but that's okay. I'll survive

Yearbook signing season is well upon us. I like signing yearbooks a lot- sometimes I just randomly smile while writing about a particularly funny memory. But it's also hard to write what you mean and make it sound uncheesy and real. "You're the nicest person I know" does sound terrible, even if it is completely true. I need to work on my eloquence, I think, as a yearbook writer. That should be my goal. Katie once told me I should know the entire school by the time I was a senior. Hummph! I almost memorized the yearbook last year (by almost I mean I joked about it with friends- not that I was really close to memorizing the whole thing)

There is a turf war going on in newspaper. Well, really it's some people vs. Dan vs. people who are slightly neutral. Guess what area I fit into?! That's right- I'm not really a fan of either party. I just kinda sit there and break up any terrible fights by throwing my chair. It's pretty nutty. I already said that, didn't I? I told you I've gone crazy. As nutty as a squirrel in the spring. I was typing Nitin's article up and Devon suddenly started staring at me like I was growing horns. Soon he had everyone in the room stunned by how fast I could type. It was slightly embarassing- and of course I couldn't type as well because so many people were looking at me. It was dead silent. Weird. I tell you- Paws Typing Program- it'll be the death of me yet.

I miss Jinger. Of course I do. I also miss the fabulous Nichol sisters, but that's a given. I also miss Morgan and Shrimpkid and Savannah and the Clemens and Caroline and Emily and Corey and everyone I've ever know and didn't see in the last month. But that's okay. I've learned to cope =)

The Film Lit class was doing presentations as I was working on newspaper- it was interesting. They're not ones for letting people enjoy the movie. No siree bobaguchee. "Notice this" or "see that" or "take note of" or "they use sirens for" or "the transitions are" or or or. Fortunately, I have no interest in watching either Donnie Darko again or what was the other movie? I forget....hmmm. 3rd period was a long long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.

Did I say how much I liked Star Wars? I thought it was awesome. Dan was the first person to diss it in my presence today- I almost had to smack him- but Dan and I have had quite a few arguements as of late, so I held back.

On May 18th, 2005, Megan showed up at our house at 9:30 and I hefted my orange backpack onto my shoulder, and Megan, Angie, and I went to the movie of our lifetime.

We arrived at the Arapahoe United Artists theater, which, by the way, has the biggest screen in Boulder. Although many Fairview kids were going to Flatirons or the huge AMC in Westminster, we opted to stay in Boulder- less lines, less commuting, and the theater is just as good. We jumped in line, about 50 people back (not bad for getting there just before 10- the second people in line got there at 6:00. The people you meet...) We played Cranium with Angie's friends, and admired the costumes that flowed by us. I, however, did not costume myself- black capris, black t-shirt, and a black blanket in case I got cold.

They let us in the theater at 11, which, in my opinion, was somewhat cruel. We got very good seats, but sat for an hour with nothing to do but play Gin and shout "Bernie Mac" whenever the question appeared on the screen concerning him. Finally, at 12:02 by Megan's watch, the lights dimmed- and the parade of previews began.

Every trailer received a rating from the audience, much like in the Roman coliseum fights. A wild cheer broke out at the end of Willy Wonka, The Chronicles of Narnia and Batman Begins (they cheered at the beginning of that, too). Others, however, like Mr. and Mrs. Smith and Stealth ended in an echoing boo. Finally, after 20 minutes of commercials, of the audiences fickle emotions, and of periodic impulses to grab Megan's arm, the Lucas Film logo appeared on the screen. And man, it was beautiful.

I loved the opening space battle. The CGI was seamless, and brought us into the movie with a bang. Those droids that attacked Obiwan were freaking awesome. I want one, please. It was everything any fan dreamed of. Thank goodness. Then, of course, came the Count Dooku fight, which was fairly amazing. Christopher Lee was never given enough credit for his Count Dooku. His confused and betrayed look spoke all the words Lucas could have written as Palpatine, who Dooku knew to be Sidious, told Anakin to kill him. And he did- kill him, I mean. It was a moment where anyone could have done the same. He knew it was wrong, that was the beauty, and he was disgraced, yet he did it anyway. The transformation of Anakin into Darth Vader was done fabulously, I thought. It was obvious that he did it to protect Padme from her nightmarish death, but it was also obvious he had it in him to turn. Things like his dependence on Palpatine and his beheading of Dooku led to a perfect transition.

I agree with the rest of the world by saying Ian McDiarmid shone in this film. But, in my heart, Ewan McGregor gets the gold star of the picture. My love of Obiwan Kenobi was not once disappointed. He begged Yoda not to send him to kill Darth Vader, his stunned emotions at the fact that Anakin did destroy the temple, it was all fabulous. My two favorite Obiwan scenes were 1)When he went to visit Padme, and asked "He's the father, isn't he?" Her silence gave the answer away, "I'm so sorry." His delivery portrayed fabulously the regret he felt in having to kill Ani, but also the conviction that he had to. His speech at the end as Anakin was writing in flames made up for all the bad dialogue in the movie. "You were my brother, I loved you!". That was probably the most heart-wrenching scene in the movie. (Also the shots of the clones turning on the Jedi because of Order 66. That was fairly terrible, too)

The final duel was the fighting spectacular of our age. It is impossible to describe the spectacularness of it. Between John Williams' score and the setting and the amazingly choreographed moves, I loved every millisecond. Ewan and Hayden pulled off all the emotion flawlessly

I'm a Stegosaurus- I've decided. At I'm de-evolving, too, I used to just have a boney-back. Now I really can't sit in many chairs, my spikes have become much more defined. On the plus side, I'll be able to stab any attack with my back-plates, no need to learn karate. I think I have to add some fat to my back- which is hard, because my fat storage are my pinky toes. Hmmmmm. And stegasauri aren't near as cool as Triceratops, in my opinion. I wish I was growing horns on my head rather than plates on my back. If my backpack is even slightly heavier than usual I'm very uncomfortable. It's no good. But Julia gave me a back massage today, and it helped hugely, until I sat in those annoying chairs in history that are rounded to form to one's back, but really they just scrape mine up. It's unpleasant.

The kid in the park next to my house has a Darth Maul double-bladed lightsaber. I want it. I've never owned one of those plastic lightsabers that condense. How unfortunate

Meadows starts tomorrow! Hurray! I am so excited- beyond reason, actually. And El is a 15-18 this year. Hip-hip-Hoorah! We're all wearing green tomorrow to wig out Mr. Albritton. It should be a bundle of fun fun fun.

Top Ten Reasons Bike Polo is Better than Horse Polo

1. A horse has a mind of its own; a bicycle always does what it's told;
2. You need a 'string' of horses for polo, but only one bike for bicycle polo
3. Different horses require different mallet lengths; you can adjust the height of a bicycle seat, so you only need one mallet;
4. You can transport bicycles on the roof or in the trunk of your car;
5. You can leave a bicycle in the corner of your garage for years, and a little Armor-all and WD-40 will make it good as new;
6. Bicycles eat a lot less than horses;
7. Consequently, they are a lot easier to clean up after;
8. It's a lot less hazardous to your health to have a bicycle fall on you;
9. Some rich guy can't beat you to the ball just by buying a faster bike; he still has to pedal it;
10. When you break a spoke, you don't have to shoot your bike. "

Thirteen random things you like:
1. Swimming!
2. Tennis shoes
3. Green grass
4. Elementary schools
5. Dogs
6. Hawaiian shirts
7. Star Wars
8. Frog noises
9. Road bikes
10. My iPod
11. Banana Nut ice cream
12. Cotton Candy
13. Hair ribbons

Twelve movies:
1. Return of the Jedi
2. Indian Jones
3. Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow
4. Aladdin
5. The Rescuers Down Under
6. Mary Poppins
7. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
8. The Manchurian Canidate
9. Vanity Fair
10. Garden State
11. Throughly Modern Millie
12. The Two Towers

Eleven Musical Artists/Bands
1. U2
2. Does John Williams count?
3. Green Day
4. The Shins
5. Counting Crows
6. R.E.M
7. The Police
8. Dave Matthews Band
9. Julie Andrews
10. Goo Goo Dolls
11. Grateful Dead

Ten Things on Your Computer Desk:
1. Florescent lamp
2. Computer monitor
3. A pink highlighter
4. Tax forms
5. A very short pencil
6. My dad's passwords to all his accounts
7. An eraser
8. A USB cable
9. My iPod
10. A calculator

Nine Good Friends (In no specific order)
1. Angie
2. Jenny
3. Jesse
4. Margot
5. Julia
6. Emily
7. Emily (the other one)
8. Steph
9. Ellen

Eight Favorite Foods:
1. Any kind of pasta
2. Cheesecake
3. Chocolate
4. Ice cream
5. Salmon
6. Grilled mango
7. Corn on the cob
8. Kiwis

Seven things you wear daily:
1. Underwear
2. Shirt
3. Pants
4. Shoes
5. Swimsuit (almost daily)
6. Socks (well, not in the summer)
7. My plastic choker necklace

Six things that annoy you:
1. Insults
2. Pessimists
3. Continuous tapping of pencils
4. Giving up
5. People who don't do their share of the work
6. Short skirts

Five countries you would like to visit:
1. New Zealand
2. Australia
3. Austria/Switzerland
4. Italy
5. Chile

Four TV Shows you watch:
1. The West Wing
2. Star Trek: TNG
3. I used to watch Even Stevens
4. American Idol, recently, just cause I need some brain numbing

Three celebrities you have a crush on:
1. Ewan McGregor
2. Viggo Mortenson
3. Johnny Depp

Two things you can’t live without:
1. Laughing
2. The outdoors

One thing you want more than anything:
1. More than anything? People to stop driving their damn cars and have the environment back to its thriving self

I love puddles. Granted, rain isn't fabulous, but I like it every once in a while. But puddles, man, I wish there were always puddles about. Puddles for splishing and splashing and parting like the Red Sea as you ride you bike through them and your front tire spits water droplets back at you. Worm-hunting, puddle stomping, the whistle sprayed water makes as it flies through the air. Puddles are awesome

Riding one's bike in the rain is kinda fun. I would prefer to ride in the sun, but the rain is nice ever once in a while. If I'm prepared. I rode home this afternoon and got SOAKED, it was unpleasant. Sopping jeans are never fun- they stick and cling to you like serranwrap. Helmet, too, have this annoying tendency to drip off the very point of the helmet. They'll get soaking wet and then drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip drip drip. Soon, I get hypnotized by that drip, drip, drip, and run into things. Although if you want to impress someone because they see you riding your bike in the rain, that helmet drip in a very good thing to remind them of the fact. =) The other terrible thing about riding in the rain, is that your brakes stop working. It's annoying, but true. So, my back brakes don't work anyway, which is very bad, and I should get that fixed. And I rode up the overpass over Foothills and my dripdripdrip helmet and my sticky jeans distracted me terribly, so I started going down without THINKING that of course neither my front or back brakes would work, and I knew very shortly I couldn't make the sharp turn. Not a chance in a million. So, I thought to myself very cleverly, I could try to make the turn and do an endo onto Foothills in almost rush-hour traffic, or I could run into the quickly approaching metal railing, and pray that I didn't flip over the railing and land 15 feet below in someone's lawn. So, I did the latter, and it worked fairly well, neither I nor my bike were damaged hugely. Although my left hip is bruised somewhat badly, and my knee hurts (but that's a common occurance. I could trip over my shoelaces and my knee would start to hurt). The worst, however, my left fingers are swollen and hurt. They were very cold, you see, and cold, smashed fingers don't heal very quickly. And it makes it hard to type. And instead of my knuckles hitting before the rest of my fingers do when I straighten them (that's what happens usually) the now-chubby middle parts clank together. It's unfortunate. I'm glad I'm right handed, though, and I am glad that I didn't die. Very much so.

So Angie went swimming while I finished my history test. Jill coached her, and told her that she was going to coach 15-18s at Meadows. That makes me happy- we'll have a coach that will take care of us. And I should be happy, I know, Jill is hilarious and good at swimming and smart. And I know her, so they're won't be any weird swimmer/coach relations. Yet I kinda hoped that Jinger was going to surprise us the first day of practice- that she wanted to trick us and then surprise us that she actually did come. But, no, all the meadows coaches are new. I thought that maybe, well, Mark didn't "know" who the coaches were, Jill didn't "know" what age group she was teaching, Mrs. Cady did know that swimming was starting soon- maybe they were all in a mass conspiracy against Angie and I. But no. And I knew that wasn't really the case. So why am I so disappointed when the impossible isn't true? When I see a green Jeep Cherokee, or a giant blue SUV with a flag bumper sticker, I think that maybe Jesse and Jenny only moved across town- that our parents planned this big ordeal just to make our lives a little difficult. My life is pretty perfect, actually, except for my best friends moving all the time. But of course the Nichols don't live in Gunbarrel or in North Boulder- they live in Chapel Hill. They do have a house- it isn't just a house they rent to trick us that it is actually their house. So, I ask again, although I know all this couldn't possibly happen in a million years, that Jinger wouldn't take all that trouble to hide her coaching from us, that OF COURSE the Nichols live in North Carolina, that Em and Julia ARE moving to the other sides of the country, why do I secretly dream and hope that they aren't? And why, even though my logical brain tells me it's impossible, do I still cling to hope? I'm just set up for disappointment in all directions.

I did check the AP Calc. test off my list, though, which is good. I'm not allowed to talk (or type) about it so, I won't. But I thought it was hard. And at least it's over. And know I have to think of something awesome to do tomorrow during 3rd.

I had a dream about Prom last night. It was weird. Aidan was in it. And his mom. Very weird, I must say. I haven't thought about Mrs. Rush in weeks, and suddenly she pops into my subconcious. Dreams are so wacky. I wish I knew what they meant. Really. I remember so many of my dreams, and they are all so crazy.

I just called Steph randomly about printing on overheads, and we had a very nice coversation. It's amazing how little you can see a person even though they go to the same school as you and live 2 miles away. And even if you're very good friends. We talked about biking and skiiing and swimming (MEADOWS, especially) and school, and being juniors. I don't like telephones, usually, but it's nice when you can really talk to someone on them. I should spend more time with Steph. She's a supercool kid. A shrimp, yes, but that's okay. I have a lot of short friends. =) Speaking of shrimps, I should write a letter to Shrimpkid and Morganaut. I haven't talked to them in a long time- I wonder if Morgan swam in this spring. Is she taking AP tests? Jesse in NC is, I am, it would be nifty if Morgan was, too, then we would be cross-country AP-test-takers together. Jesse also took the SAT the same day I did. She wouldn't call me with the essay topic, though, which I guess is okay, since I did stunningly on it, anyway =)(stunningly is quite the adverb. I should use it in Madlibs more often).

I do have a lot of short friends. Why is that? I don't know. Maybe my subconscience really likes power-positions, so I make friends with short people so I can rule over them. Then again, I am much taller than the average person, so they're actually not that short, just compared to me. And Sarah and Lynn and Trevor and Sam and Emily and Margo aren't that short, now are they? No. But Steph, Kath, Sarah (Judkins, who has been especially nice to me recently, as well as Angie-not-my-sister, who is also short), Julia. I elected two short people to be Senior class VP and President. They're EVERYWHERE! Short people, I mean, not Presidents (thankfully, we can only have one real president in the US. I would much rather not know who else we would vote into office if we could)

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