One thing I have to say:
COLD!
Yea. That. Oh, wouldn't I like to have a waffle now.
So, anyways, how're you doing? I'm doing fine, thank you very much. Don't have to be so nosy SHEESH!
Ralph, why in the WORLD are you snickering? Stop it! {slap*slap*} Uh, I mean, um...
You know how bread are... they're not that reactive. The dough softens them up. :]
Sincerely,
- Your Past Self
Well, what can I say? {Not much, since I'm doing this against my will.} I guess it was a pretty good movie, appleasing for the crowd. The music was cool. :) It had a good beginning. And a good ending. The plot left me satisfied. The actors were pretty good, in the sense that it didn't sound so scripted, kind of just came naturally. Lots of funny moments. {I swear the people in the theatre were gonna upchuck their popcorn from so much contractions of the stomach from the punch lines.} But I still think it didn't have the essence of a good film. I mean, that's the thing with movies all the time. Horror, sci-fi, comedy. It's just all so...movieish. Someone else has redefined the meaning of movie. And that would be for it to be...entertaining. Well, entertaining means interesting. But not interesting, means not everyone will like it. This forces the movie producers to be...having the goal of the absolutely most profitable movie. It's not what it was supposed to be - a work of art. Art is not made for the purpose of earning profit, it's to show the viewers or audience what the message or meaning of the art itself is supposed to be. A camera can capture a lot of things, but it's no fun when you're just watching people talk on the screen. You do that when you're outside, in a crowd. I just...have a different definition for a good film. This film...I would say it wasy okay, but not that special. Then again, that's just my opinion. Don't listen to my opinion, 'cause it's always deranged and horrific. Ralph agrees.
pointless things. They looked like they came from the middle of nowhere {and they certainly did}. Well, after I almost used up all the battery in the camera, we stopped at the outlets for TEN MINUTES! Apparently, SOME people from the little party of ours had to go to a stupid show so they had to catch the time and WE HAD TO LEAVE. My parents were all, "Oh, we'll come back tomorrow." Guess what we did tomorrow? After arriving in LV we went to our hotel. There was SO MUCH TRAFFIC I swear somebody could have died waiting in those lines... Then we arrived at the hotel, the decorations were so bad and looked all yellow and pale. I never knew Mandalay Bay was like that. Lots of people at the front registration/room checkout/lobby place thingy, so we had to wait some more {again}. I chatted with some people, then finally we got to our room, and dropped off all our stuff. Off to dinner we went, then waited SOME MORE for all members of party to arrive at meeting place. I wandered off, anticipating another half hour to kill...and started to look around. There were some magazines; I critically examined the advertisments. Thank god there wasn't too much of those retarded Rated PG-13 ads. {those annoy the heck out of me} Suddenly I see these huge fans at the ceiling, and they're like waving towards the entrance. Except it's kinda got holes in it, so it takes away the point of a fan... Really pretty though, clam shaped, it's a theme at Mandalay. Beach-like or something. I don't think most people noticed it though, since it was kind of pointless in the first place... I then got tired of raising my head and looking like a doof {although I usually prefer it but at that very moment the neckache kind of made me change my mind}, and decided to study the wall, which was some kind of destroyed-marble thingy. Who knows, I have bad memory of the interior decorating details of a hotel that I was incidentally dragged to against my will. So, after lots of tiresome observing, we proceeded to dinner, which was not very interesting as there was no interior decorating in an effort to please the customers or something. {only big and fancy restaurants do that, but sometimes the lighting is so dim you can't exactly tell what they're trying to decorate} THEN, IT HAPPENED. WE WERE IN THE CAR, AND...we stopped. Outside of. A. cAsInO. My first though: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. I swear you could hear my nose's bloodcurling scream as i reluctantly got out of the stupid automobile. Ugh, it was horrible, absolutely HORRIBLE! So, basically, the whole time we were in that stupid building that shouldn't have been built in the first place, I struggled with my sleeve. Super-ultra-sensitivity to smoke is NOT a good thing when visiting such places as Vegas. I really did not know why we were in the casino in the first place, just usual tourism or something. The whole time my nose was suffering in hell {as were my lungs} and nobody noticed/cared. It really really really sucks when you're walking really fast to the exit 'cause you really want to get out of that place, but incidentally you just happen to walk into a cloud of smoke that was extruded from someone's mouth that you just walked by who was standing really close to you. Then I personally start into this coughing fit and give my evil glare to whatever idiot that was killing themselves, and me as well with the second-hand smoke. Yes, THAT'S RIGHT, I JUST DISSED SMOKERS. SERIOUSLY, I RESENT THE FACT THAT YOU DON'T HAVE THE COURAGE TO QUIT. Bad, bad, BAD EXAMPLE TO SET, ESPECIALLY IF YOU SMOKE IN FRONT OF YOUR KIDS! So, anyways, continuing, I think I could've killed myself by the time I arrived back to the car. Needed nose replacements. The driver at the time miraculously managed to chauffeur us back to the hotel, without my nose bleeding to death. Then it was watch adults chat and walk around, go back to hotel room, and end of night. The bedsheets were REALLY REALLY itchy, I totally hated them. They were warm though, but I still hate the bed/bedding. Really uncomfortable, I recommend you not go there. The spring mattress...I didn't sleep very well on it, and woke up all sore in the morning. The interior decorating was more detailed than some of the hotels I've stayed at... Not so ugly either. Their highlight was: the door to neighboring room, and the bathroom. They were like so pretty, even had a big bath tub {for bubble baths ^^}. There were these doors, and they were lockable. If the doors in the neighboring room were open, there would be access to your neighboring room {but only one of them}. Unfortunately, the rooms that our party had gotten weren't next to each other, but surely someone would find those doors to good use. {sigh..*} Long day, long day, wasn't it? And without Ralph too. :(
Mom: So, we were thinking, maybe we could go somewhere for Christmas.
Me: {Already overheard the phone conversation} NO WAY! You can't drag me there no matter how hard you try!
Mom: You know what I'm takling about?
Me: Yes, and I'm NOT going to Las Vegas! {<-----big hint of where the trip is going to be}
Mom: Oh come on, what else are you going to do on Christmas? Sit around all day, take a nap, and clean up the house? {and guess what we end up doing}
Me: {cricket chirps*} Well I certainly don't want to lose my nose to all those stupid smoking people. I don't want lung cancer from those idiots.... Plus, the trip is WAY WAY WAY to long to endure.
Mom: We're still going to go shopping at the outlets.
Me: {brightens up a bit} {un-brightens up} No.
{a few seconds pass}
Me: Only if you get me a face mask.
Mom: What?
{Fin}
Yea...it went something like that. Well anyway, you can tell what I'm trying to illustrate, right? O_o Just thinking about Vegas makes me gag. I DO NOT LIKE TO WAIT VERY LONG TO GET TO A VERY FAR AWAY DESTINATION WHILE GETTING MOTION SICKNESS! Very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable indeed. Plus, I won't get to see Ralph for several days...
I kinda don't get why we use soap. Psh, I know that, you know, it smells all nice and stuff. But back then, when the soap didn't smell flowery or whatever, what was even the point of using it? Just pure, raw, animal fat to rub on your skin? Is that very appealing?
What do they make it out of now? Still animal fat? OH! Wax. Yea, wax. Like candles. WAIT! I think I could be confusing soap with candles. Candles were made of animal fat also.... Right? Hm. Or maybe they both were made of animal fat. But then again, nowadays candles are made of wax. And they also smell good. So does that mean candles have a relation to soap? Or does that mean candles have nothing to do with soap, and I've lost my sense of logic {again}? Could it be that soap used to smell good, and candles didn't? Could it be that both candles and soap used to smell good?
Ah, I'm confused. Well now you have something to think about. GO FIND OUT!
3. A scrapbooking kit. With lots of pretty papers, and tips, and all those other really cool things that come with them. I really don't know where that came from, probably just another one of those random impulses. There's a lot at Borders... BORDERS!
4. A decent camera, one that i can actually use. Not another one of those that parents get and then they promise to share it with you. Nuh-uh. No sharing. 'Cause I'm a greedy-butt who doesn't like having their pictures deleted by people with bad taste. :]
5. Rows, and rows, and rows of milk chocolate Toblerone that's EVERLASTING!! BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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Do-ba-do-bo-de...
Ok, really. I've always wondered about these things. People drop stuff. Important stuff. And they scratch stuff. Important stuff with shiny surfaces. So? So it looks bad. And ugly. And distasteful. The solution the market has provided? Screen protectors, and covers galore! What is the real meaning of these overly-priced precautionary items? Does the protector not get scratched in the first place? What is the difference between a scratched protector and a scratched version of the original item? Does the protector really have meaning? I guess, at some point, you could say that you would replace the protector once it gets in really bad condition. But what if the protector was really really expensive? What would you do then? Would you just leave the protector on? Or would you take it off? Would there have been a point of having the protector in the first place? Sure, maybe once in a while somebody would go, "Wow! That's a really nice looking/clean/scratch-free ______!" Hm. I mean, it just gets tiring sometimes. I think the business market has cleverly put in a propaganda thought in our minds, that we just have to have to protectors/cases! Is it not just extra money to spend? Another piece of matter that gets you excited when you're purchasing the item? I know that basically everyone who knows how to take care of their things has protectors, but sometimes it just gets really tiring. As if someone told you that you had to have one. Because you think you do have to have one. Does having a case mean you can do whatever with what's inside the case?
So, through my own deductive reasoning, I have realized that things with cases do look better, and that I do not posses deductive reasoning, but rather circular reasoning. Still, it makes a lot more sense when it's in words. Ralph agrees with me. :]
often break or get stuck, and take a long time to fix. I guess you can say that mechanical pencils are totally avoidable, at some point you just have to use them. Like when you want a sharp point but do not possess a pencil sharpener, or when you don't want the pencil lead to get all over the place while you are carrying it. However, wooden pencils have a deeper lead, and can turn out really great when doing sketches. The pencil lead just seems to be more soft, and has a better grip for a better picture. So, now is your chance! Buy those wooden pencils, and don't waste any more of your time buying so much lead! 
ator in the entire building, but there werent many people using it. Anyways, i went in with my friend, and the whole thing croaked. I mean , it sounded like it was going to come apart. There were sqeaks here and there, and i almost expected the whole thing to start shaking. Thank god the ride was short. Later on, i had to go on it several times [i was carrying heavy books and didnt want to walk all the way there], but it was creepiest when i had to go alone. I was kinda saying to myself: Think Ralphy thoughts, think Ralphy thoughts. I guess it wasnt that scary, but rather i made a big deal out of it, to myself. Anyways, it sure was fun there. So educational! O_o 
go to someplace where they make artificial eyes! Well of course, no offense to people who do have artificial eyes, i am in no way creeped out by that, just by the process of making the artificial eyes. I mean, How It's Made is always elaborating on these things... It gets cool once in a while, watching all those machines at work. So far my favorite episode was the one where they talked about how to make toilet paper. ^^ Did you know the paper pulp is first bleached? Well, the paper is actually recycled paper turned into pulp, then bleached for safety precautions, but of course the bleach is safe. [I have no idea how though.] So, then they press it into paper and make it dry, then roll it onto rolls and cut those rolls to manufacturing size. It's SO amazing how those robots are so efficent. Where do they find the space to put those things? Well anyways, im surprised i even remember that [it was a while ago]. My memory cells are tired, so off to Animal Crossing i go! [Grabs Ralph*] Ralph, you're coming too. :)
Soo... Today, in class, we were talking about the weekend, and our teacher said, "I saw lots of coyotes. Red coyotes." And then he added, "Because they were run over by lots of cars. Exactly why they're red." We also talked about thermal underwear. Our class had a fit. :)
And then, in pe, we played basketball, and we had a game of "white shoes vs. black shoes". It was so racist, i tell you.
Later, i had to wash like 50,000,000 dishes, just because it was good development for my character. YEA, THEY SAY THAT IN PRISON, WHEN THE PEOPLE START CHOPPING ROCKS OR SOMETHING. O_o
Then, i had some fun selling hair, for those people who liked to clone others. WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUY SOME?! ONLY 2.99 + TAX AND SHIPPING! A great deal, a great deal indeed.
I started reading this book, that was about art and stuff. And then i came upon the funniest thing: [not exact quote] When the Germans abolished "degenerate" art, meaning modern art that was disproved by Hitler, they set up a show, to stress the meaning that it was "bad" and "unaccepted". Thus explaining the reason why they were taken away by the government. However, children were not allowed into the show because the art was labled "pornographic". AHAHAHAHA isnt that funny?! :) Ok well, forgive me if you have a bad sense of humor. :P RALPH LIKED IT! :]
