My First Nightmare in Years...

I rarely ever have nightmares, but last night my imagination ran away with me.
In my dream, my family and I showed up to my Grandmother's house, to find three gothic looking occupants instead. They forebade me and my family from ever leaving the house. Later in the night, I couldn't get to sleep, and went out for a walk, and I saw that they had a sacrificial alter. And, like in most of my dreams, I was psychic and used my powers to deduce that they planned to drink my blood to absorb my youth. Then I woke up.
Later, after I went back to sleep, I was with a black kid in an orphanage (although I was not an orphan). The orphanage mother told the kid that his parents were coming to get him, but then they took the kid and abandonded him themselves underneath a bridge on the freeway (it was too wide to be the Auto-bahn, so I could tell this dream took place in the USA). I tried to get a cop to help the kid, but the cop said that he'd be fine, and also said that his parents would be along shortly to pick him up. So I went to the kid, in hopes of explaining this to him. First I asked him if he spoke English, and he said, "A bit." I explained that his parents would be along shortly to pick him up, but the kid kept on frowning. I woke up to an alarm on my iPAQ before he could answer.
So yeah, the first dream was much scarier, but they were both really wierd and dreary (and if you've been reading this blog for a while, you know I hate dreary). I think a dreamless night would have been better.

Movie Review: Napoleon Dynamite

I borrowed Napoleon Dynamite from a friend the other day and watched it with the rest of my family. Well, I watched most of it with the rest of my family, but my little brother left because he thought it was a stupid movie. To many extents, he was right... but that's part of the charm of the movie.
It was extremely stupid, and yet it is either too familiar for the people in the Idaho/Utah area, or too unreal everywhere else (I watched it with a freind from Washington D.C. as well, and when I commented that it's all so true, he couldn't believe it), which causes you to just stare in facination as either your own culture is poked at from every corner, or you can't believe that anyone could concievably act like this (and it's funnier if you know it's true).
For examples of what I mean, take the following quotes:

Don:"So Napoleon, what'd you do all last summer again?"

Napoleon:"I already told you! I spent it with my uncle up in Alaska hunting wolverines."

Don:"Did you shoot any?"

Napoleon:"Yeah, like fifty of 'em! They were trying to attack my cousin; what the heck would you do in a situation like that?"

Don:"What kind of gun did you use?"

Napoleon:"A freakin' 12 gage; what do you think?"

Now, not everybody from this area is as nerdy as Napoleon, or as prone to streching the truth. But the way he uses his language: it all sounds so mormon. The language is the biggest thing that people notice about the movie, anyway, probably because of how prevalant it is.

Napoleon:You know, there's like a butt-load of gangs at this school.

Another reason this movie is good is because of just how nerdy all the characters are. They try to make them as nerdy as possible, and succeed quite well.

Kip: Napoleon, don't be jealous that I've been chatting online with babes all day. Besides, we both know that I'm training to be a cage fighter.

And what woman could resist Napolean's pick up line?

Napoleon: I see you're drinking one percent. Is that because you think you're fat?

And what of Napolean's dating advice?

Napoleon: Girls only want boyfriends who have great skills. You know, like nunchuck skills, bowhunting skills, computer hacking skills...

In conclusion, go see the movie if you haven't. If I had to rate it, I'd give it an 8/10, because I really enjoyed it, but it was stupid, but it made up for it by being generally entertaining.

The Seizure Page

I just finished a Computer Science test, and early I might add, and was disheartened by Mr. Mulkey's (my teacher's) furled brow when looking at my answers. Now, you can probably guess what that means (I got stuff wrong), but I don't want to accept that until after the week off school when I get the test back. So, I decided to post this mess of a link for you. Enjoy!
(Note: If you are epileptic, you may not want to click on the link. Also, it runs much slower in Mozilla Firefox, so I suggest using IE for this link. Never Netscape; that loser browser il like the green party. Nobody cares about it.)

Homework...

I got homework piled on me today. I only have time to write, maybe, two sentances on my blog today.

That Friggin' Nazi

Even though it is in the public's best interest to know who I am talking about, I will withold the name of our school Nazi, just in case he decides to change. Besides, if you know him, you probably know who I'm talking about. And no, I'm not using the term "Nazi" as a racial slur; he displays many Nazi characteristics.
In case you don't know him, let me describe him to you; he is the picture that automatically comes to mind the instant you hear the word "nerd," and yet he's dumb as a mule (he handed in an IB assignment on the back of another paper with writing still on it). He's got the muscular power of a toothpick, and the people skills of a rabid wolverine. He knows he's annoying, and yet he insists on being so anyway. Now I wouldn't mind all this in a normal situation (I am as open minded as I can be), but he still considers himself high and mighty compared to me and my friends... because he's German, and we're American. Now just replace the word "American" with "Jewish," and you got yourself Hitler there.
His main method of proving his "superiority" is that he never eats at McDonalds, but chooses a "better diet." I'm sorry, but if not eating McDonalds turns me into the albino stick I see in him... SUPER SIZE ME!!! I will not turn into his visage of wussy ugliness. But it's a moot point anyway, seeing as how Germans put chocolate on bread (they call it Nutella, and it's actually quite good)!

Another thing he does is continuously question my ethics right to my face, as if he's the king of all morality (yet he swears a mile a minute, drinks at age 17, etc.). For instance, despite the fact that I did not do my iPAQ trick to him, he comes three inches away from my face (*shudders at ugliness*) and asks me why I did it. Because it's funny, stupid! Even my victim lauged at it once (though not for the encore with my friends), so I'm not alone in thinking this. I even explain this to him, and he says that he "didn't think it was funny." Do you think I care? No, I don't. I was trying to entertain myself and a few friends, he's not any one of them.
Well, I would give more warning about what this Nazi does, but my brother needs to use the computer for homework. Later.

Peasent's Quest: The Movie

Ever since the addition of the the Peasent's Quest game, people have thought that the people in charge of homestarrunner have no more time to waste. Not so. Apparently, they're now making a movie for the video game, and have the trailer up (complete with throwing a baby into a lake)! Click on the link to see it.

The Wasp Factory: Worst Book Ever

And the prize for worst book ever written goes to "The Wasp Factory" by Iain Banks.

If you can avoid it, do not read this book (I have to read it by the end of the week for my English class *sigh*). The book is not for sale in the United States, probably because the protagonist killed one person out of hate, and two people on a whim, regularly torches rabbits, and all sorts of other grotesque stuff that makes it a "gothic horror novel."
An easy way of summing this book up would be it contains too much information, and by that I mean it describes how the protagonist uses the bathroom, scratches his crotch, how every single relative in his friggin' family tree died, etc. The book is just plain disturbing, and way over the top.

My Rubber Ducky

I told a friend of mine that I would post this on my blog. I'm a bit late, but here it is: the song, "My Little Rubber Ducky."
Normal Verson
"American Idol" Version (with backup singer)