"Use it."
I was sitting on my bed today, flipping and tossing the television remote in my hand. Then, I tried to close my eyes and see if I could flip it and successfully catch it in the same hand. So I concentrated.
And concentrated.
..And concentrated.
And I flipped the remote, eyes closed, using my extreme Jedi mind tricks and I caught the remote. I felt the remote twirling like a gymnast in the air. I used the Force and caught it. I was so excited that I got up to run to the kitchen and tell my mother of my accomplishment and clipped my shoulder on the doorway on my way out.
All this Star Wars craze is getting out of hand. As if it hadn't reached that point before, wonder I do.
I went to the midnight screening of Star Wars: Episode III on Wednesday night with Ben and Eric, who got us advanced tickets. The movie started at 12:01am, and you had to be there hours in advance just to get your seats. Driving to the theatre, you could see this gigantic line of asshole geeks dressed in their shitty hand made Star Wars costumes, a line that snaked all the way around the entire theatre. It was unreal. Then once you're inside the theatre, all the extreme Star Wars fanatics know all the right places to clap and cheer, like when the credits first roll and you see LucasFilms. There are certain things you can say to piss off fans, like questioning, "Who the hell is Lucas?"
Otherwise, the movies was great. Anakin Skywalker is one pissed off kid. And I can proudly claim that I am one of the few thousands of people to get to see Star Wars: Episode III an astonishing eight hours before anyone else.
I'm awesome. If you don't agree with me, then you are wrong.
And speaking of stories ending, this epic that is my journal is soon ending. More details later.
And concentrated.
..And concentrated.
And I flipped the remote, eyes closed, using my extreme Jedi mind tricks and I caught the remote. I felt the remote twirling like a gymnast in the air. I used the Force and caught it. I was so excited that I got up to run to the kitchen and tell my mother of my accomplishment and clipped my shoulder on the doorway on my way out.
All this Star Wars craze is getting out of hand. As if it hadn't reached that point before, wonder I do.
I went to the midnight screening of Star Wars: Episode III on Wednesday night with Ben and Eric, who got us advanced tickets. The movie started at 12:01am, and you had to be there hours in advance just to get your seats. Driving to the theatre, you could see this gigantic line of asshole geeks dressed in their shitty hand made Star Wars costumes, a line that snaked all the way around the entire theatre. It was unreal. Then once you're inside the theatre, all the extreme Star Wars fanatics know all the right places to clap and cheer, like when the credits first roll and you see LucasFilms. There are certain things you can say to piss off fans, like questioning, "Who the hell is Lucas?"
Otherwise, the movies was great. Anakin Skywalker is one pissed off kid. And I can proudly claim that I am one of the few thousands of people to get to see Star Wars: Episode III an astonishing eight hours before anyone else.
I'm awesome. If you don't agree with me, then you are wrong.
And speaking of stories ending, this epic that is my journal is soon ending. More details later.