Thursday, November 20, 2008

Blocked

My computer flipped out at me just a while ago. It was saying how I have a ton of viruses on my computer. Then it decided to download antivirus 2009 to "protect" my computer. Now I can't access some very important websites. I feel like I'm back at CHS again with all their ridiculous filtering. Makes me so angry I could just cry.
I needed to submit an essay. But would stupid AVG let me view the Blackboard website? NOOOOOOO. It said there was questionable data on the site. I uninstalled the program to no avail. I don't know how to fix this problem. I'm so upset.
Thank God for Matthew. Saving me like he does. Logging onto the website on his computer and submitting my essay for me. Love him.
Hopefully I'll get everything straightened out when I come home for thanksgiving. That would be amazing and much to my liking.
Stupid computers. Ruin my life.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Epic Battles With Ketchup For Blood

This morning was pretty awesome, I must say. For my movie class we had to make a short film today. Ours is called "The Traveling Pen" and I have to admit, it should be amazing when it's all complete. All the shooting is done, and we're editing it tomorrow. I'll get to view it on Thursday when I have class again.
This film is about a pen and how the pen travels from place to place hitching a ride with different people along the way. And I only just realized today how much of a role I had in the film. I was in most of the scenes, which makes me smile.
First, I find this awesome zebra striped pen laying in the hallway. Really, who doesn't want an epic zebra striped pen? So anyway, I take this pen and I go up some stairs, into a store. One of my friends is working the counter, so I say hello and absent-mindedly place my pen on the counter. Then this thief comes in and holds up the store. The guy takes my pen off the counter along with some money out of the till. Oh the outrage!!
So I follow him out of the store to get my pen back. We have an epic fight scene. I throw my hand toward him, pointing my finger is his direction. He gives me a look that says "And what do you want little girl?" So I give him an angry glare. He points his gun at me, and I'm caught a little off guard. But I regain my composure and kick the gun out of his hand. It flies across the hallway. He pulls my zebra pen out of his pocket and holds in the air like he's about to stab me. I grab his wrist of the hand holding the pen and go to punch him in the face. He ducks out of the way and I end up spinning 360 degrees. When I'm facing him again, he plunges the pen into my juglular vein and I collapse on the ground.
Okay pause.
Rewind.
He stabbed me in the jugular vein? That's ridiculous.
Okay play.
So I'm laying on the ground, dead and bleeding profusly. Okay, okay. So I'm not really bleeding - it's ketchup. But it's hilarious. We have one scene left to do and since I'm now dead and can't move, I can feel the ketchup sliding down my neck as we're filming the last scene. It's slimy and cold. The ketchup drips from my neck onto the ground underneath my head. It was one of the weirdest feelings I've ever experienced. But hopefully it was a convincing proformance. We better get a good grade. We had a fun time shooting the film. :-)
And all this happened before breakfast! I'm just a busy girl. Ha, ha, ha.

Monday, November 17, 2008

The Act of Heroism at One in the Morning

The homework on my screen is boring me as I stare mindlessly at the 880 words of my Essay #5. The music blaring in my ears from my headphones covers up the noise I would normally hear otherwise. I'm talking to Dan on instant messenger and I'm about ready to print this essay off for school in the morning. Faintly I hear this annoying noise. It sounds like perhaps a car alarm at first. But then I remove my headphones from my ears and sit up in my chair to hear a little better. I'm intriguied. What is this noise? I put the earbuds on the counter and stand up out of my chair. Making my way to the door, I slip my hand on the cool silver doorknob and pull towards me. The door opens and the sound increases dreadfully. It's loud and it hurts my ears. But I instantly know what the sound is.
It's that annoying noise when the cover gets pulled off the fire alarm, but the alarm hasn't actually been pulled. I know the noise because one time at a track practice a kid bumped into the plastic protective cover and we thought we were busted. It turns out that if you just put the plastic cover back in place, the sounds stops. I knew what I had to do.
I stick my head out of my door and am greeted with annoyed voices of the other hall residents. "Seriously?" some ask in frustration, while others just stare at the other random heads popped out of half open doors. The obvious discontent is easily seen on their tired and groggy faces. "Do we have to get out?" I hear others voice in concern. I step out into the hallway and the blue carpet feels warm against my bare feet. It's much different than the cold tile floor in my dorm room. I walk calmly down the hall and over to where the fire alarm sits mounted on the wall. I smirk a little to myself as I raise both of my little nine year old girl sized hands to the plastic cover. It's cold to the touch, but I firmly grasp it and manuver it into it's rightful spot on the wall, protecting the pull alarm. Suddenly the noise stops.
"You're welcome," I shout down the hallway to the other residents. I get some waves and some smiles. Crisis averted. I walk back to my room and can hear Brittany uttering tired complaints about how ridiculous it is that someone would do that. I laugh to myself - a quite little chuckle. It's time for rest now, time for sleep. And if that fire alarm goes off again, perhaps someone else can go be a hero. They know how to fix it now.
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