3D Movies

3D Movies aren't that cool. 

I'm not trying to be a negative nancy, but seriously?

They aren't. 

It's like "Woah a big hand came toward my face and almost poked my eye out! That was a close one!" 

Yeah they were cool when we were like 5 and watching "Honey I Shrunk the Kids" at Universal Studios.

But is it necessary to make EVERY movie 3D?

Step Up 3D and Avatar, for example. 

What's up with that?

 

I googled "3D" and these came up. Look familiar? 

Yeah I own them. I got them at DI.

Who would have thunk they were from Chicken Little?

RM's

As most of us know, the majority of Return Missionaries fall under this classification: weird. But I am here to say that not all RM's are weird. It just depends how fast they decide to grip the fact that they are off their mission in another country, and now they can continue their mission at home. Here are some things I have realized about these kiddos: 

1. They often seem deep in thought. You talk to them, they don't respond. What do you expect? It's not like they're used to you blabbering in their ear all the time. 

2. You take them shopping and what do they buy? Collared shirts. It's been 2 years, every day wearing a collared shirt, but I promise there are other styles out there. 

3. You might as well plan on spending oodles and oodles of money on new everything. After 2 years, your clothes become shreds, your shoes become tattered, and you become skinnier (or fatter in some cases) than ever before. 

4. RM's come bearing gifts. It's like Christmas and everything has been imported from another part of the world! 

5. You realize how much they can mature during the time they are away. You also realize they now have high potential to get married. 

6. If you are a younger sister of an RM, during those 2 years you get to be bombarded by your brothers companions. Dream come true. 

Well that's all for the moment. 

I'm sure there is more to come.

Note: These are just thoughts based off my opinion, I'm sure it's different for all families.

There are these people. I call them my friends.

Everyone seems to have some sort of blog about their friends.

So now it's my turn. 

But first as an overall statement: I have been blessed with awesome friends that help me become a better person. Thank you for dealing with me and putting up with me through my interesting, sarcastic, merciless times. 
Note: I wish I could mention every single one of you in this blog so for now I am just going to cover 4 of you and every little while I will do 4 more.

Lets break this down. 

•  There is this girl named Alexandra Agle. We are milk sista's and we are BFFAE's (best friends forever and ever). Every moment together is filled with laughter. Choir freshman year brought us together using 4 words: "I like your bag." Not until Sophomore year were we GREAT friends and from then on BOOM! Every day is a celebration. If we don't see each other at least every week: bad news. Together we go on safaris, eat ravioli, laugh our guts out, and get creeped on by dinosaur old men.

• There is this guy named Stuart Freaking McGraw. Did I ever think we would be friends? Honestly no. You see, Stuart intimidated me but that wasn't his fault. But I am glad to say we are friends! How did it happen? Who really knows? Occasional visits to Drama maybe? Despite the sarcastic comments that flow from our mouths, I really am glad that we are friends. Just in case you all didn't know- Stuart is like the most caring person ever. He seems to care for people more than they even care for themselves. Stuart you make my life complete. hahahahahahahahahaha.

•  There is this girl named Eve Smith. Our friendship began Freshman year. We were both friendless little freshman until one day we started talking about Twlight and just bonded. From then on we were Da' Cheetah and Da' Buffalo. Basically our friendship consists of creepin' on people. It's pretty fun, you should try it. We have an unlimited supply of inside jokes and there is never a dull moment when we are together. As of now, Eve has abandoned me for London. Psh. 5 days!!!!!

•  There is this girl named Verina Chen. Vernsy poo is one of the funniest people ever. She will often say the most random things that make you laugh continuously for 10 minutes. Verina is also the best listener and she seems to completely understand everyone. Verina will go so far in life, I have no doubt. But Verina, when you do, please remember us little people :0)

P.S. It is completely unintentional that Alex, Eve and Verina are all wearing "prescription" glasses in their pictures.

The New Hang Out Spot

The new hang out spot in Riverwoods is Blickenstaff's.

Awesome. 

It would be even cooler if it was multi-leveled, which it's not. 

But it DOES have awesome candy and toys and dress up attire

like the Harry Potter Sorting Hat. 

Down side: Expensive. 

But who goes to a toy store and actually buys stuff? 

AND the employees let us take pictures. 

That is a big deal. 

P.S. AARON COMES HOME TOMORROW!

Death By An Alarm Clock

Every morning most of us wake up to our beloved alarm clocks. There are different types of wake up calls. Some may be your mother gently nudging you. Some may be your brother sticking your fingers in warm water. Some may be the soft radio playing either your favorite song (Hey Soul Sister) or most dreaded song (I can't be tamed). Some may be your alarm located in your brain that naturally wakes your body up. Some may be your cellular device playing your ringtone. And then last but not least...the dreaded....horrid high pitched fog horn alarm that makes you jump like no high jumper could ever jump. 

Whatever the sound of your alarm, when you hear that sound randomly in the day, it's like a death call. You feel that groggy gross feeling come back and you want to jump and turn it off and never hear that screeching horrid sound again! 

One day someone will be serenely sleeping, dreaming about unicorns and nargles when BOOM their alarm goes off, and they suffer a heart attack and no one is there to call 911 or give them CPR or grab an AED!!!!!!!! Oh no! 

My most recent alarm clock experiences: The doorbell rang and I woke up, looked at my clock and what time was it? 9:32 am. Oh "hum", I thought, "I don't have to do anything today" then BOOM! "OH MY GOSH I HAVE TO BE TO WORK BY 10AM AND I LIVE 25 MINUTES AWAY!!!!" I never seen myself get ready so fast. Most traumatizing morning all summer. 

Next, this morning. I got up at 8:15 and got ready for work. I walk downstairs an hour later and my mom asks "Why are you up so early?". I simply replied "Because I have work." Thinking it was almost 9:30am I peeked at the clock but what time was it really? 8:30am. Oh grand. Somehow my alarm got set an hour ahead. I could have slept in! Gah!!!