Turkey backwards is Yek Rut.
Happy Thanksgiving yesterday. Or was it the day before?
I've been having a pretty good break. The highlight so far was hanging out with Jeremy at Stratham Hill Park. Ask one of us for details, especially about "THE SWING." While he was watching the traffic, I yelled, "Don't be such a Lone Ranger!" and we laughed for what seemed like hours.
The day before Thanksgiving, Dave and I went on a little adventure to Newington where we wanted to see the Matrix. However, not only had my mind skipped over the part about neither of us being 17 or having the energy to sneak in, but I had also mixed up the times for the different theaters. Turns out the Matrix wasn't even showing at the right time. So we said, hey, let's go to the Portsmouth theater. However, as we realized when we pulled up in front of a very dark and scary-looking Pease Air Force Base, we had no idea where the fuck we were going. So, I spent roughly ten million dollars on my cell phone getting directions from my dad, and we eventually ended up in the right place. We were early for the movie we decided to see (Timeline), so we went to the arcade at Bowl-a-Rama, which was conveniently located next door. I played the Candy Crane, and used my Candy Crane expertise to rip it off for at least .4 cents worth of candy. For those of you who don't know, the Candy Crane is a crane game designed for children which eliminates the agony of normal games like these by allowing you to "play till you WIN." This means whenever you drop your candy, the machine just starts right up again, and offers an encouraging comment like, "Keep trying! You can do it!" Oy, what our society has come to. What happened to teaching kids about failure? Do you think junior is going to fuck up a big play at his Pee Wee football game and be given a "second chance" by the referee? No. He is, rather, given menacing looks from the parents of his team's players, and a punch in the facemask from his angry coach. And he cries, because the Candy Crane gave him false hopes of a happier, safer tomorrow that vanished without a trace. I just realized I'm ranting, sorry.
So we played the arcade for twenty minutes, then went to see Timeline, a decent movie. However, you movie critics, don't leave just because the beginning is totally nonsensical and disjointed. The rest is better, honest.
Damn, it's late. I'll do the rest of this when break is over. Promise.
I've been having a pretty good break. The highlight so far was hanging out with Jeremy at Stratham Hill Park. Ask one of us for details, especially about "THE SWING." While he was watching the traffic, I yelled, "Don't be such a Lone Ranger!" and we laughed for what seemed like hours.
The day before Thanksgiving, Dave and I went on a little adventure to Newington where we wanted to see the Matrix. However, not only had my mind skipped over the part about neither of us being 17 or having the energy to sneak in, but I had also mixed up the times for the different theaters. Turns out the Matrix wasn't even showing at the right time. So we said, hey, let's go to the Portsmouth theater. However, as we realized when we pulled up in front of a very dark and scary-looking Pease Air Force Base, we had no idea where the fuck we were going. So, I spent roughly ten million dollars on my cell phone getting directions from my dad, and we eventually ended up in the right place. We were early for the movie we decided to see (Timeline), so we went to the arcade at Bowl-a-Rama, which was conveniently located next door. I played the Candy Crane, and used my Candy Crane expertise to rip it off for at least .4 cents worth of candy. For those of you who don't know, the Candy Crane is a crane game designed for children which eliminates the agony of normal games like these by allowing you to "play till you WIN." This means whenever you drop your candy, the machine just starts right up again, and offers an encouraging comment like, "Keep trying! You can do it!" Oy, what our society has come to. What happened to teaching kids about failure? Do you think junior is going to fuck up a big play at his Pee Wee football game and be given a "second chance" by the referee? No. He is, rather, given menacing looks from the parents of his team's players, and a punch in the facemask from his angry coach. And he cries, because the Candy Crane gave him false hopes of a happier, safer tomorrow that vanished without a trace. I just realized I'm ranting, sorry.
So we played the arcade for twenty minutes, then went to see Timeline, a decent movie. However, you movie critics, don't leave just because the beginning is totally nonsensical and disjointed. The rest is better, honest.
Damn, it's late. I'll do the rest of this when break is over. Promise.