WILD RUMPUS TIME!!!

Dear Diary,
    Although i know you consider me to be the most well behaved angel ever put on this great earth, I have to admit to you that I may have a sorta wild side.  Now wait!  Before you yum to conclusions, I want you to know that it only shows up as often as a blue moon.  AND! It is COMPLETELY not my fault.  OK, here it goes.  Once upon a time I was in the show, listening to my pumping beats.  There was but one problem, a certain evil lady in my house had the demonic urge to open all the windows during the night, thus making the air inside the house as frigid as the Arctic poles.  Anyway, I had just removed myself from my steaming haven, toweled off, and begun my search for clothing.  There were none in the bathroom so I began my exit from the bathroom when two things happened.  One, a very fast paced and exciting song came on.  Ya know, the one that gets inside your head and makes you wanna go crazy.  And two, the Arctic air of the rest of my house had just assaulted my unclothed body.  In that instant I knew that I needed cloths or I would not make it.  I sprinted, screaming, through my house to my living room.  I had my eyes set on a basket, normally filled with fresh cloths.  Alas this basket was as bare as my bottom!  I grabbed the basket, raised it over my head, and made a battle cry while flinging it onto the couch.  My last hope was my room, aaaaallllllllllllllll the way up stairs.  I made a mad dash for the stairs, scrambling up them like an ape up a tree.  Unfortunately my dog Halo, a 90 pound adorable mutt wanna-be lap dog, had decided to see wtf is going on down stairs.  We collided 3/4ths of the way up, I attempted to jump over him.  At the same moment he had decided to try and escape by running up the stairs.  I landed atop him, he let out a yelp of surprise and I a war cry!  I managed to make it up stairs through the wreckage of this collision.  Halo still running around freaking out, and myself dashing for my cloths rack.  BUT WHAT IS THIS?!!  MY CLOTHS RACK IS EMPTY!  This information hit me like a 900 pound sumo wrestler, but it could not defeat me.  I had one last final hope of survival.  My bed.  I lunged for it like a tiger, as grace full and majestic as a naked barbarian can be.  I looked forward in flight, eyes gleaming at the prize ahead.  That's when I saw it.  My small black dog, Scottie, had heard all the commotion and taken refuge in the luscious covers of my bed.  I slammed into my bed like a sack of bricks.  Luckily Scottie was able to avoid me, but only by launching herself off the bed into my cloths basket.  On the verge of safety, I burrowed into my blankets and was finally safe. See diary, I was a victim of circumstance.

                           Love,
                                  Quinn S. Seitz

(P.S.  This all happened in about a 30second time period.)   

MOVIE REVIEW YO.

The Movie was not as good as the book.  Just wanted to say that before I begin.  I enjoyed the movie and I think it was well filmed, but I wish that they would not have left so many parts out of the film.  I was also hoping that they would have had a dramatic end to Paul.  I really enjoyed Brad Pitt as Paul, he played his part well and was like how i had imagined Paul.  As for Norman, I cannot say as much.  The actor did fine, but for some reason I did not like him.  He just kind of annoyed me, and he has weird facial expressions.  I envisioned more of a cool and silent older brother.  Norman was just not up to par.  I enjoyed Jessie's actor, but do not like the fact that they were not married in the movie.  Their mother and father were perfect.  Better than I had seen in my head.  As for the films direction, it went along the plot correctly, although leaving some things out, and looked pretty good.  The movie was not super entertaining, but neither was the book.  Obviously its not going to be as good as the block buster films we have now n' days.  It was good to read the book and see the film, but I cannot say it was life changing.

Free Write Quotes

"You can love completely without complete understanding."
I think that this quote is very true.  I think that this happens with alot of people we hold dear.  It is very easy to love something completely without fully understanding it.  For example, you can love someone, but when you think about it and as yourself why, you may not have a very deep answer.  If you were to keep thinking about it, you may find that you do not even know or understand the person that well.  People are very hard to fully understand because there are so many complexities with them.  Everyone is raised and taught differently, everyone reacts to things differently, and everyone looks at things differently.  To learn all of those habits, reactions, and quirks, it takes a very long time is a challengeing thing to accpomplish.  Where as love can come very easily to some people.  They can let someone be close to them and love them, but have no idea who that person really is.

Blue Rasberry flavor o' deliciooooouusssssneesssssss

Rhyme Time

In 20 years I will be

Standing alone on a boat at sea.

It wasn't always just me,

I used to stand here with Stevie.

But now sadly he swims with the sharks

Because I didn't like his dog's barks.

Life is hard when it's only me,

Standing alone on a boat at sea.

The restoration of one's soul.

To restore my bogged down soul to its once glorious self I enjoy taking a luxurious hot shower accompanied with the sounds of nature, brought to me through a brilliant house orifice some may refer to as a window.  Other times when a rejuvenating down pour of life giving water is unavailable. I enjoy laying myself down onto a cloud like object that ceases any need for bodily exertion.  Once again others simply consider this object a bed.  While relaxing in the motionless dream state, I enjoy gazing upward at a dark blue wall, allowing my brain to enter a thoughtless trance of tranquility.  Commonly mistaken for a nap, I do not fall asleep nor do I remain awake, I am merely being.  Thus these things, among others, restore my soul to its glorious self.
                   P.S (this story is not to be taken completely serious...unless you want to)