Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull

I have returned from watching Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull at the local cinema theatre.
It was no good.
It was a rip off of:
National Treasure 1 and 2. open your eyes. the whole movie, following a story, solving it, epic battle, finding treasure, huzzah.
Alien vs. Predator: Um, the whole thing? Ancient temples, an old dude, people worshipping alienish things (technically they were worshipping the predators in the movie, but the predators were more alienish in the first place. they have a spaceship and advanced technology. the aliens go around and eat people.) and within the last scene, there's the shot of the space ship taking off into the night. it even looked like the spaceship from avp.
Tarzan: that whole scene where shai labeouf is all I AM MONKEY !!!
A Bugs Life: you just saw the hardcore version with the scene with the scaryants.
I have officially decided that the storyline pretty much sucked for it. when you think of indiana jones, you don't really think of sci-fi alien stuff. you think of lost treasure (no not knowledge.) and ancient riddles and stories. no sci-fi. sorry.
jack you should have told us that you were planning to be in that movie.
also, jack/peachy where r u and y aren't u blogging?

Gone With the Wind

It was on this day in 1936 that the novel Gone with the Wind by
Margaret Mitchell was first published. When she handed the manuscript
over to editors, it was in terrible shape, with more than 1,000 pages of
faded and dog-eared paper, poorly typed and with penciled changes. But
they loved the story. They asked Mitchell to change the original title,
"Tomorrow Is Another Day," because at the time there were already 13
books in print with the word "tomorrow" in the title. They also asked
her to change the main character's name from Pansy to Scarlett.

Mitchell later said, "I just couldn't believe that a Northern publisher
would accept a novel about the War Between the States from the Southern
point of view." But Gone with the Wind broke all publication records. It
sold 50,000 copies sold in one day, a million copies in six months, and
2 million by the end of the year. The sales of the book were even more
impressive because it was in the middle of the Great Depression. The
hardcover of the novel cost $3 a copy, which was fairly expensive at the
time. Its sales injected millions of dollars into the publishing
industry. The year it came out, employees at the Macmillan publishing
company received Christmas bonuses for the first time in nearly a
decade.

My faja sent this to me. Makes sense that it was called Tomorrow is Another Day.. Pansy O'hara? What were they thinking? That sounds just so wrong. Scarlett is 839107589105896489170759017548978910 times better, agreed?

In which Murie Tries to Catch Up on Her Blogging.

I stopped writing once a day. I feel bad. :(
I kind of want to catch up, though today is the last day of June and to successfully catch up, I wouldneed 9 posts, which is a rather large amount of blogging for one day.
Recently I started watching the pilot part 1 of lost.
It's okay... It's important to include the "..."
Very Important.
I found a place on youtube where the entire first season is. Should I watch more.... Hmmm....
I do hope that Shannon accidently dies on the hike. Shes annoying.
OMG Its that dude we used in our video!
oops i accidently started watching episode 2. haha my bad.
I got to the part with the polar bear-lookingish thing in episode 2 and then I was like wait..
I did think that it would be silly if the polarbearishthing was actually the dog. hehe
Whoa I love how the doggy is watching them...
I should probably go. So much for catching up on posts...
Buh bye

omg

OK alice, look at me, I am blogging. Now guess what time it is. it's 5:30 am. and I am fully awake and have been lying in my sleeping bag downstairs (semi-sadistic cousins stole room o nooooo) for a while and I could no longer stand it and my silly cousin didn't turn off the computer, so that is why I am blogging at 5:30. (of course now it's 5:40, but yeah.)
ANYWAYS. murie tends to ramble when she is tired.
Yeah, so my cousins came up. No comment.
Then I went to alice's. She is yet to blog about it. She was supposed to glorify me in her blog because I flashed her tree.
Last night my cousin and I had word fights while playing two square. it was quite epic. You pick a word and u hit the ball back and forth until someone wins. Chinchilla won against Cat, but Sulley lost to Jessie (my cousins cat), Stella lost to Bobcat, but then Beau kicked Sewages' ass in honor of her. It was quite amusing.

The Buswonian Picnic

The picnic was possibly the best fun I have ever had while not in bed. jkjkjkjk
srry I could not resist. and after today, I knew that you guys would appreciate it as well..
You know that you are cracking up.
So basically, came to Jack's house, went into his backyard to eat, fired a potato cannon that was quite loud, went on his trampoline and played ~censored~, ~censored~, ~censored~, HARRY!!!, ~censored~, and finally, ~censored~.
My apologies, readers, but if I break the pact, they break my neck.

Murie is Copying Cindy. Huzzah

Recently, my dear friend Cindy posted a survey about herself. It was delicious. I have no choice but to do the same.
Here you go, younguns'

Favorite color: I like blue, green and orange. orange mostly cuz it reminds me of orangutans.. and orangutans really must know what's going on, cuz i think that orange was named after them, not the fruit orange. yeah.. XD
Favorite gemstone: erm... rocks are nice.
Any pets: rip skittles, phish, cooper, sparky, ect. ; (
Instruments: PERCUSSION.. erm.. piano.. kind of, xylo, bells, chimes. which, coincidentally are percussion instruments. I do enjoy pretending that I can play nose flute, though.
Hobbies: yes.
Sports: no.
Favorite Baseball Team: The Squawking Butterflies.
Admire and look up to: KEELA. need i say more?
Favorite class: francais, english, the bus
Favorite shampoo: shampoo is fun.. idk...
Favorite scent: Amrita Singh
Favorite Ice Cream: Hazelnut Chip
Favorite chocolate: I like chocolate.
Favorite cake/dessert: that Strawberry Shortcake is sexy in all the right places
Favorite halloween candy: halloween as opposed to regular candy? idk. i like having almond joy in my pants
Favorite country's food: Italy is pretty awesome.. they have cheese and thats pretty cool...
Favorite Movies: any lama movie XD, enchanted lol, monty python + the holy grail, princess bride,,, a night at the roxbury , idk!!!
Favorite movie character: littlefoot from the land before time. that dino is pimpin'
Favorite book character: EDWARD CULLEN.. or the little engine that could. idk
Favorite drink: blood. of the innocent
Least favorite drink: lava and urine.. funny aftertaste,,,
Least favorite food: anything that's not made of awesome or had to be brutally slaughtered to get on my plate..
Least favorite smell: axe, bathroom and enchanting orchid, mixed

hello fellow bloggers

hi everyone..
I must apologize first. I have tried very hard to write a blog post every single day of June. As you may have noticed, it kind of fell apart. Don't kill me.
Anyways.
I think that I truly have nothing to write about.
hm..
nope, nothing..
so, I shall write my predictions for the future.
In 30 years we will all either be dead, or:
Alice will be wearing swirly-whirly jungle pants
Amrita will have a googaly moogaly boogie board company
Peachycheeks will never eat mangoes after a freak accident concerning a potted plant
Andrew Mullen will be found huddled in a bush waiting for sammy

holy crap. (aka why i didn't go to the math final)

we were driving to the math final
the car in the next lane hit a kid
we got out and were late
mr thomas said i didn't have to take it
the kids ok
but the car hit him really hard
i was the one that called 911
sorry alice i was wearing my schrute farm beets shirt like u told me
would it b possible that there isn't going much more discussion on this subject?
thanks.

A Story For PeachyCheeks

Okay Peachycheeks, here is the story you wished for. Congrats...
BTW if your name is Peter , feel free to not read the follow entry... considering you already know all about it.... ha. ha. *chortles*
So basically, Peter lives 40 minutes away and is a year older. Stassa(nacho cheese girl, remember peachy?) introduced me because they're friends. As you might have guessed, we began to have crushes on each other, and craziness ensued. Skipping about a year of insanity (we met in Sept 2006, he decided he liked me in Oct. 2006 and I liked him in Dec 2006.) and going ahead to December 2007, we have what I think is the first part of this story. I was reading a myspace bullitin, that he put out last month in May, saying that him and his current girlfriend had been going out for 6 months. Peachy, you are pretty good at math, or so I hear, so what month does that mean that they started going out in? December. Keep that in mind. I suppose that I have already given away the ending with that tid-bit of information, but still.. I feel like explaining it now rather than later.
So, soon came January, hence, Stassa's birthday party. Of course, Peter came down. We both flirted shamelessly. I was unaware he had a girlfriend. I hope to god that he remembered that he had one and felt guilty. He told me that he loved me.
Not a week later, on myspace, one of his bullitens said something about being forever in love with 'Frenchie'. I, still oblivious to anything wrong that might be going on, could only think "why in the world would he call me frenchie?" I went to his myspace page and saw on his top friends, Frenchie. I, understandably, flipped out. My friend talked to him via im, and he said that he was in fact not going out with Frenchie and it was all an inside joke. According to Zanna, he actually said, "Don't worry, she's in good hands." Sure... Peter.... Sure.... Apparently we have slightly different ideas of 'good hands....'
On January 28, I was at my friend Shalini's house, talking to Peter via her cellphone. He asked me out then and there and there with at least three witnesses, not including him. I, of course, said yes.
It started out great. We talked every night for a week... And then slowly stopped. By February break, we stopped communicating completely. The last conversation we had together, while still going out, sadly enough, was about Frenchie. He put out a bulliten saying that we could ask him any question we wanted and he would give an honest answer.
I noticed various things, the way she commented on his page, how her status was something like, "i am in love with peter bezduch."
So, I decided to ask him who Frenchie was. I did. He replied with this:
frenchie is a close freind of mine
we knew each other since kindergarden and she treats me like my mom. lol
Thats all. Last words we spoke to each other.. Before I found out.
I woke up the day after we came back from Washington at 10:30 and was at my friend Zanna's house at 10:45 because they called me and had a 'important message.'
Believe it or not, on the bus ride home from Washington, while you guys were playing Truth or Dare or something and I was not, I somehow magically knew that Peter was going to dump me very, very soon. My spider senses rock.
So, I went to Z's house, and they told me that Peter had been cheating on me. Then, they showed me the pictures. On his myspace page, for everyone that had already been approved his friend to see, where two pictures. One, him with his arms around Frenchie- who turns out to have a normal name, Rachel. The second, them kissing.
I got home, and he was on IM. We talked for a while, it was mostly him being all 'OMG I so sorry.' [16:50] MortPete3: you know i have feelings for you because your a beautiful girl. you have great potential. but those feelings go to waste because i crushed your heart. good luck later in life because pretty much after this conversation i won't see you or talk to you in a while i'm taking a break from everything
[16:51] MortPete3: or giving up on everything..........
So basically Peachy, thats it.
Storytime over.

Narrow Stairs

At a loss for blog ideas, I decided to write about my most recent obsession, the new Death Cab for Cutie CD, Narrow Stairs. It. Is. Beautiful.
Yes Alice, Coco told me that she didn't enjoy it as much as the others, and I remember a half-hearted agreement from me, but that was a day after it came out. Now, it has been... I want to say, like a month? And my opinion has very much changed. Every single track is perfect, including the whopping eight-minute-long, I will Possess Your Heart. I have a couple of their other CDs.. Plans, The Photo Album, We have the Facts and We're Voting Yes, You can Play these Songs With Chords and Transatlanticism. My favorite before was Plans... It has very abruptly changed. Before getting Narrow Stairs at Record Archive, (three cheers for supporting local music stores!!!), I figured that I probably wouldn't like it as much as Plans because of my tendency to not really listen to new CDs because I am so busy listening to the old. (Probably one of the reasons why I prefer Plans and Transatlanticism to We have the facts and We're Voting Yes, ect.) I was quite wrong. I listened to it a lot and I have very much fallen in love with the beats, lyrics and tunes of each carefully crafted song. You could say that they have successfully possessed my heart.. o ho ho.. That was silly.
So basically, from the first soothing notes of Bixby Canyon Bridge, to the last seconds of silence in The Ice Was Getting Thinner, so awesome following Pity and Fear's abrupt end, Narrow Stairs very possibly is my favorite album of all time... At least, For today it will be.. Last night I splurged at Barnes and Noble and got all three Twilight Books (Eclipse was special edition and came with a poster, t-shirt iron-ons and the first chapter of Breaking Dawn.) and a new The Academy Is... Cd, so we'll see how that goes.......
Happy Faja's Day, younguns' (ever notice how that word looks like yogurt? just wondering...)

5 silliest phrases ever

Just an amusing little tid-bit, for your amusement, and sometimes the annoyance of others, after someone says something, say one of 5 things.
1. "In all the right places"
2. "In my pants"
3. "In bed"
4. "That's what she said"
5. or, in company of Parentals or younguns' "With a cow"

haha... Yes, these things make me amused.. in all the right places. XD

Arrested Development

As I have mentioned in my past post, the capital and celebrity crushes, I am a fan of Arrested Development. I have been watching the seasons in order and I must confess that I am obsessed. The brilliance of the intricatly woven plot line is astounding. It makes me very happy. I must also say something that I noticed, about the magician brother, Gob. I was watching Phantom of the Opera, and looking at Raoul, and suddenly, I was like "Holy Fuck. Gob looks just like Raoul. With Short Hair." So, just saying that. If anyone else noticed that... except for their voice, they could very well be like... The same person.. *gasp* But alas, they are not. But, I still am admitting to looking it up online. Yeah.....

My Bucket List

My dear friend Keela recently started her blog. I am forever excited.
She shall visit me tomorrow during French Class. It is not possible for a human body to feel this excited. But I am because Keela is awesome of awesomeness.
I decided to write about my bucket list in her honor.
It started in Sunday School. We watch The Simpsons and talk about the religiousishness in the episodes. We watched the one were Homer is about to die and he makes a bucket list and starts to do the things on his list. Keela was not in Sunday School. I was suffering from separation anxiety, so when I was instructed to make my own bucket list, I decided to include Keela in everything on my list. At the end of every item on my list, I wrote, w/ keela.
examples:
9. Learn to fly w/ Keela
39. Get a tattoo w/ Keela (temporary barney tattoo)
40. following #39, we shall go to a bikers bar to show off tattoos w/ Keela
48. Give Keela a hug on a THURSDAY
52. Become Honorary Power Ranger w/ Keela
68. Ride a unicorn w/ Keela
As you may have realized, Keela is my hero. In fact, on my earlier post, Heroes, I said that she was, but I changed it because I feared that the general public would not understand. Now, I am proclaiming Keelas awesomeishness on my blog.

Lunchtime

Hey everyone. I must alert you of the hilarity of today's lunch period.
We first started singing little bunny foo foo. We showed Jeremy and his table our song. We would use our little bunny foo foo hand signs and then, in the middle we go AHHH!! with our claw hands. So, after we show Jeremy our song, he screams, trying to copy us. He sounded like a damsel in distress. Instead of claw hands, he had straight fingers and his scream of terror was higher than any of the girls at my table. So, the teacher came over, and suspecting that it was one of us who screamed, she said, "Girls, please don't scream." The whole table cracked up. Jeremy, the King of all Bananas, screams like a girl.
The other highlight of lunch today started in Washington DC.
Apparently, these girls, (no one I know!) said that Mitch was sexy. So, the whole bus ride home from DC, we had calls of "I SAY SEXY YOU SAY MITCH SEXY MITCH SEXY MITCH!!!" So, today, apparently, it was Mitch's birthday. During lunch, Mrs. Maybe said "Now, we have a respectful announcement." and Matt and Ben say "Happy birthday sexy Mitch!" Mrs. Maybe flipped out. What was really funny though, is that Mrs. Maybe was on our bus for Washington and did not say anything.. As you can see, a rather fun-filled lunch.......

Alice's Question Pour Moi

Well, my dear friend Alice kindly asked me which scenes from Gone With the Wind, the book we were both recently reading, were my favorite. I am finding it difficult to decide, so I'll just make a basic list.
1. Any and every scene including Scarlett and Rhett. Whenever the book started slowing down a little, I would peek ahead to see how far the next scene with Rhett was.
2. The scene where she shoots the Yankee. An excellent display of girl power.
3. The scene in between page 1 and the end. I can't pick any more! ahh
Give me an easier question, sheesh!
Questions for people from none other than your truly:
Laura: Please blog about the worst dare you have gotten in truth or dare (the ones you've chickened out on don't count)
Alice: Please tell us readers about the weirdest youtube video you've ever seen (the ones that we have made do not count, no matter how disturbing and embarrassing you now find them)
Amrita: Please write about the funniest swearing episode (that happened on school grounds) that you were a witness to.
toodles!

Social Studies. Again.

I do not feel like reviewing for you how stupid my social studies class is (no offense, possible readers from my class, I am fully aware that I am one of you, I just think that you guys r funny)
So, in social studies, (no poop) we started hearing noises from the other side of the dividing wall, where Mr. Shapiro's class was. So, Mr. Montulli decided to go over and tell them to be quiet. In his absence, my class decided to take all of our pencils and throw them at the wall at the same time. We soon did this, but as everything was hitting the wall, Mr. Montulli walked in. We then had to explain why everyone's pencil magically was on the other side of the room. I do not think that he was pleased.
Soon after, we started to throw around the ball answering questions considering our latest unit of study, the Civil War. Two question and their answers stood out:
What machine allowed someone to harvest wheat in the same time as ten men?
The first answer yelled out was, "The Plow!" but was soon followed by, "The Cotton Gin," and after Mr. Montulli prompted us with "Grim...." we started yelling "Its the Grim Reaper" or I think I heard someone yell, "Death!" It turns out that it was the Mechanical Reaper. Go figure.
Before I tell you about the next one, I'll give you a little background info. The Battle of Saratoga was an important battle in the REVOLUTIONARY WAR. Basically, the last two words of that sentence are the most important. Keep them in mind. So, there we were again, playing the study game, and though I am not sure from which question it evolved from, it soon became something to yell out when you don't know the answer. Mr. Montulli wasn't exactly thrilled.

The Buswonian Constitution

Being the national scribe of Buswona, I feel obligated to post the information on the Internet so it is easily accessible. For more information, please refer to April 2008's post, Buswona.
National Anthem: Bohemian Rhapsody
National Swearword: Baslama (but you are invited to conjugate: Baslamin' ect.)
National Bird: Dodo
National Ice Cream: Steve Colbert's Americone Dream
National TV show: The Office (though this if often debated due to some members ignorance)
National Food: Villa Pizza's Cheese Pizza Pie
National Number: 42
National Currency: KomieKoins
National Purpose: to prepare the earth for the coming of the great question
National Drink: KomieShine
National Podcast: Happy Tree Friends
National Sport: KomieKurling
National Enemy: Andrew Mullen
National Tree: Whomping Willow
National Weed: Thistle
National Mascot: Komiethepoo
National Fruit: Peach
National Animal: Hufflelump

Our Cabinet:
Scribe, Treasurer, Supreme Court Justice, Sec. of State and Secret Service: Fusion (moi)
Sec. of Defense, General and Sec. of Sanitation- Peachycheeks
Sec of Photography: Cindy
Secret Travel Agent: Andrew (soon to be banished)
Presidents(cough dictator cough): Ritti and Wonderland
Sec. of Agriculture: Zeb

the Unfinished Bill of No Rights:
Amendment 1: Commoners of Buswona are denied the freedom of speech, religion and press. Furthermore if any commoner should petition they will be trampled by a herd of government sent hufflelumps.

Amendment 2: If a commoner should bear arms, excluding those attatched to their torso, the government shall send vampiric hufflelumps to eat them. Then their vampiric hufflelump-venom injected bodies shall be later sent back to the government and be trained to kill other breakers of this law.

My Social Studies Class

Huzzah! I am writing this at 12:00 am! Some days I get the feeling that my teacher hates my social studies class. I know that he probably truly does hold us dear to his heart, but sometimes it's hard to imagine why. We aren't exactly the brightest candles in the fire and nor are we the least talkative. Last class we were told 4 times to shut up. Let me give you an idea of how..... smart. my social studies class really is.
Actually things said in my class:
Question: What religion were the French?
Answer: French!
Q: What does a successful farm need? (the correct answer was 'land')
A: Farmers!
Q: Who were the two explorers that explored through America after the Louisiana Purchase?
A: Clyde and Bellhopper! (the correct answer: Lewis and Clark)
Later, in my class, we were talking about the Alamo and my teacher was like "Many famous people fought in this war, such as Davy Crockett. Someone then pipes up and says "Wait, Betty Crocker fought the Alamo?
Another time, ok, I admit to being a part of this. I was working on a project with a friend about James Olgethorpe, who, if you don't know, was the founder of Georgia and would pay peoples debts so they could come to Georgia. It was supposed to be a class work thing and we were supposed to draw a picture but we could only write 8 words on the poster. We, of course chose our eight words to be: "I Help Poor People Out of Trees!" We drew a person (apparently poor) in a tree and then drew James himself. He ended up wearing a dress, carrying a random umbrella, with one arm five times as long as the other and floating in mid air. Another thing wrong with our poster: while writing the title, the girl I was working with, instead of writing James, wrote Jame's. Wow.
And the most notable moment of the entire year. Someone, very seriously asked, "Wait, who won the Revolutionary War?"

The Mafia!

"J'ai peur de la Mafia!!!"
I am afriad of the Mafia!
This was an actual sentence said in French class.
It lead to a lengthy conversation about the Mafia. It turns out that where I live (I'd greatly prefer to keep my location off the internet, though all four, FOUR, of my readers can easily find where I live/have already been there) was once a very Mafiaish city. In fact, my French teacher said that the family Dough nut shop where she used to work was a big hang out for mafia people. Wow....

Food for thought- and money.

With little excitement in my life to speak of, I turned to the Internet to see if there was anything that was worthy of a blog entry. Not surprisingly, I found something worthy of an entry and much more, $6,100, in fact. In Japan, a Black Densuke Watermelon was sold in an auction for $6,100. A black watermelon. I might be the only one, but I personally think that whoever would pay that much money for a freaking watermelon, despite being rare, that you'll soon eat and forget about, has some serious priority issues. After finding this story mildly interesting, decided to see what other insanely ridiculous rich people there were in the world. Monty Kerr of Texas paid $1,350 for, are you ready for this? $1,350 for a cornflake in the shape of Illinois. I find this especially funny because he doesn't even live in Illinois. I think that it's safe to say that many rich Texan men are a little (ok, very) moronic. Also, somewhere out there there is a $28,000 piece of toast with the Virgin Mary's face on it. Thats just plain sad. You'd think that people would have better things to do than buy things that slightly resemble something with their money. But alas, no, so if you'll excuse me, I have a sculpture to make out of cheez-wiz that resembles the pope.

Wicked

OMG. Guess where I was Tuesday night. For any of you crazy cool cats that read the title of my blog and saw 'wicked' and used your little noggin' to correctly hypothesize that I was at a production of Wicked, four huzzahs to you. For all others who guessed things like "Blogging on a blog that no one reads because you are a loser" or "Pinching the Peachyiest cheeks of all" or "Slapping people that you don't like" would be correct on other nights, but alas, last night I did see Wicked. To say the least, it was..... I cannot not think of a word to possibly cover the emotions I felt that fateful night. So I shall make one up: HappOMGcitedGLINDACANTREALLYSINGahhh!-
amazadazzledIHAVETOPEE
So basically, Wicked rocks and the theater needs more bathrooms.

Me and My Fedora...

As you may have read in my past post about LAMA and that crazy evening, you will have heard about me recently obtaining four fedora hats. Mine is beautiful. It's gray-brown with a black band and a bow on the left side that has been sewn flat. On the bow, there is a pin that has an eagle holding arrows and a branch, with 12 stars at the top and below the eagle it has the year 1840. I do seriously doubt that the hat was from 1840, but what does it mean? Are their any fedora experts that might no anything? On the inside, it says Champ "Feel the Felt" as the company and Landauer's Store For Men in Albion, New York, as the place of purchase. I decided to do a little research concerning my fedora. So far, nothing has been unearthed that is extremely exciting. I found a website called the www.thefedoralounge.com which, I suppose, is exciting enough.

Awkward Silences

Have you ever noticed how every once and a while, no matter who your peers are, there is an awkward silence?

Well, I shall share with you a little piece of trivia. Everytime there is an awkward silence, a gay baby is born. In one of these such moments, you must yell "GAY BABY." But, you must be sure to tell everyone about this fact before doing so, for otherwise, yelling gay baby in a room filled with people that don't understand can lead to an even longer awkward silence.
In my school, there is a teacher (who, coincidentally does not actually teach.) who could very well be the queen of awkwardness. Every speech she makes to our cafeteria, my lunch table justs sits there, rocking our gay babies. "Okay everyone, great job eating today!"

A Event that never shall be forgotten.

Well, last night, I went over to my friend Alice's house. Laura, my other dear friend was there as well. The entire evening was rather insane.

The first event was the fedora giving. In our last meeting, (we have a once a month meeting club called LAMA, where we watch movies) we watched The Sting. As some more awesome blog readers may know, throughout The Sting, many characters end up wearing fedoras. Namely, Robert Redford. Need I say more about our fedora obsession? Anyways, yesterday, pre-LAM (our second 'A' in Lama could not attend.) I went to a garage sale with my parents. And, I found FOUR FEDORA HATS for only $11.50. All together. Awesome, no? So, we all got one. Which was amazing, to say the least. In fact, soon after obtaining our new fedoras, we filmed a movie that would rival all movies once considered great. Basically it was us running around because Laura stole my fedora. We later filmed an edited version that we hope to see on youtube sometime very soon. And then, it was pizza time. Laura very kindly made pizza dough simply because we rock and we decided to start making them so we could eat while watching the feature presentation of the night, Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark. So, fedora hats on head, we begun the pizza-making process. Soon Alice and I engaged in a pretend battle. While singing the Indiana Jones theme song, I picked up cooking spray and aimed it at Alice menacingly. And then, the unimaginable happened. Alice picked up the tomato sauce and not knowing that it was already opened, but with the cap placed lightly on top, she swung it like a sword and tomato sauce splattered EVERYWHERE. When I say everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE. Well actually it was just behind her on the floor, but still. Soon Beau, her wonderful dog (lets not forget Stella though,) was licking everything up. Here ends the majority of the pizza drama. Until, when getting water from Alice's amazing water pouring fridge, Laura called me a Nazi. (to clear things up, I am not a Nazi, and I do not support Nazihood.) and I had just taken a large sip of water, but I had to laugh. Immediately, I started dying. For a while, it went on like this: A can't breathe, but I have to laugh, while simultaneously trying to cough up the water lodged in my throat. If you are not aware, cough while laughing and choking is a little much to ask of the human body. After managing to take a couple shaky breaths, I could only think of revenge. Laura soon died as well.
After the movie, we were very inspired by the wonder of Indiana Jones. We decided that the time was now to make our own Indiana Jones film. With me playing Indiana Jones, Alice as West Virginia Jones, and Laura with the camera in hand, we begun a quest for the cup, the jet-puffed treasure and we had to burn the special papers to keep them from the Nazis. It has yet to be posted on youtube, but assure you that it was awesome. The story follows us into the car on the way to 7-11, inside the store to buy marshmellows (the people kept looking at us weirdly. can't imagine why...) on the way back, capturing the golden cup and then using the fire-pit (and the safety knowledge of Smokey the Bear!) to burn the treachorous papers that have forever held us hostage. After this point, the night was a whirlwind of making out with marshmellows (don't ask. OLIVE OLIVE OLIVE OLIVE), Truth or dare and old women yelling BAH BAH BAH BAH! (ok, Laura wasn't there for that.)

As you can see, it was a very interesting night.