If you enter any elementary school today and look at posters inside classrooms, you are more than likely to see posters and projects exalting the benefits of reading. Reading, reading, and more reading-- not to be confused with the three R's of environmentalism in my school: reduce, recycle, and reuse (I love those R's. I still try to live by them). However, it is has dawned on me how contradictory my elementary school operated. You see, when it was lunch time, my school had the option of letting the children play outside (recess) or have them sit down in the school auditorium for some random movie. Recess does wonders for school children. As a teacher, I love when I get my students back from recess because they are often closing in on a food coma. (That's almost a lie. My students go bonkers regardless of the time of day, except when they're still asleep in the morning.) You would think the school would let us play. And they did, but sometimes the weather would not cooperate, so we had to resort to the musty, rusty, and dusty auditorium.Imagine me, around seven, eight, or nine years old, discovering these films that the lunch monitors would put on to try and appease the kiddie masses. My question is where did they get their material? I can tell you the four movies I remember being forced to watch in my five years in elementary school. Wait for it...Honey I Shrunk the Kids, The Never-ending Story, Feivel Goes West. See! I can't even remember four movies. The fourth movie was some live action film that had a blue monster (costume form) who would pretend to be a statue when the kid star would turn around. (Points if someone can give me the name, Please!)
This was torture. Though I am a huge couch and theater seat potato, I hated those days of non recess. The auditorium had wooden chairs that would squeak a sound that only you could hear. It hurt my bum. The most annoying thing was that they would never play the films completely or even in order. Tomorrow's lunch day would have the movie on some other scene. If you were lucky like I was, then the next day there would be an entirely different movie instead of the one you were trying to piece together. You were just left on your ass with a cliff hanger. So the Never-ending story literally never ended. (I actually rented it via Netflix just recently. Pure crap. But Nostalgic Crap nonetheless.)
Oh Loh'. (Points for whoever can tell me who says that. Hint: On American Idol.)

Ah, the train never ceases to amaze me. I was coming home from class last night and saw someone who I think was my 5th grade classmate's hot sister. Well, back in the day, before I evan began to pubesce (wha?), I firmly remember her older sister. I think those were the first "strong" thoughts of a girl I ever had. But, my classmate wasn't half bad either. Actually, now that I think of it, I think my classmate was my first pseudo-crush. I say pseudo because I really didn't like her I just wanted to get in her pants. Of course I wasn't thinking those things exactly when I was in 5th grade, but I did feel that way about her. And wouldn't you know it, I happened to see her on my way home that same night. She probably didn't recognize me because of my long beautiful (read: ugly) locks, but I recognize her from the way my . . . [edit]. Hell, she probably wouldn't have recognized me even back in the day. She brings up those evil feelings. Not the feelings of wanting to date or get to know someone, but those other nice feelings.

Those words were actually said in last night's American Idol episode and were not in fact said by any of the contestants. Leave it to the three caballeros Randy, Paula, and Simon to make a singing competition into a sitcom. The judges were so all over the place most especially Paula. Although I liked how Seacrest noticed how quickly things were getting out of hand and reminded the judges and the audience that the show is about the performers.




Maybe I was just really sleepy, but I could not fall asleep in my own bed last night. When I laid down to sleep, I heard this muffled thumping beat. It wasn't loud enough to wake up my brothers, but it was loud enough to annoy me. The weird part was I only heard it when I was in my bed. When I got up to search for the sound it stopped! I know what a vibrating phone sounds like and it was not that. Even that would have been better sleep music (like a trapped robot mouse trying to escape a desk drawer). Nor was it someone blasting "awesome" beats out of their pimped-out auto. I opened the window to give the owners a piece of my mind, but I didn't hear it.
Oh Em Gee. How good is this 4th (shortened) season of Lost?! Just finished watching the third episode when it aired tonight. All I have to say is, I feel bad for people who have not seen Lost from beginning all the way up to now. I don't think I've spoken much about Lost on Lips Like Asukal, but this third episode of the 4th season has pumped me up. The first two were great, but wow, the flash forwards elevate this show to another level.
Just some thoughts on the impending end of the writers strike: okay, can we get on with our real lives? I am 100% in support of unions, but I usually associate them with workers of the middle to working class. I am pretty sure these writers aren't struggling. The worst thing that can happen to them is writer's block. It's actually a little unfair that the writers guild of america gets all this publicity when real unions like the united federation of teachers (workers who matter?) do not get as much support. Sure I'm a little biased (as a former and future teacher), but in general, I just hope other unions will get the same support as the writers did. That's just in case I go on strike in the future for a little more cash-- I will have the future of America's youth in my hands. So pay up.





























