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It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end it’s only a passing thing. The shadow, even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those are the stories that stayed with you, that meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going because they were holding onto something.

So, my mom rented the Rug Doctor today to clean the carpet. She rents it about 3-4 times a year, just because she likes the floor to be clean...
But since the floor of my room is all wet now, I'm stuck in the back room (which has tiling instead of carpet) with my dad, watching shows about cars. I think right now we're either watching Hot Rod or Overhaul...
He's reclining in his chair eating pistachios and I just noticed that he does this every day.
Every time Stephanie and I come home from school, we find him sitting in the back room watching the Discovery/History channel, half asleep, with a bowl of peanuts sitting beside him...
He needs a job.

Anyway, we're about to move back to the living room to finish watching Lord of the Rings, so see ya!

is a very good movie... I had forgotten how awesome it was!

So, after a couple of weeks of wanting to watch the LotR trilogy, I asked my sister if I could borrow the DVDs from her (because for some reason we don't have them).
I was planning on just watching them with Stephanie, but that changed after I got a phone call from Alexus...
She was bored and had nothing to do, so I decided that it wouldn't hurt to have her over to watch movies with me. I cleaned up house and invited Emily too, since she's so fond of LotR.
It was a fun night... Here's some of what happened:
-ran out of barbecue sauce, drove to store with Lexus to get some more before Dad got home
-got more than just BBQ sauce on the 6 dollars I had + 4 dollars she had (chocolate frosting)
-talked about fry cooks and hairnets and gloves... oh my! (haha, Emily)
-learned Orlando Bloom doesn't take baths (psh, whatev)
-got chocolate in my hair and all over Alexus's face
-listened to Emily and Alexus talk about their fish on Happy Aquarium
-ended up not watching half of the Fellowship of the Ring, rewatched it this morning and about to watch second one!

On a side note, I found my Pokemon Pearl game!!!
I had looked for it everywhere I thought it might be, and turns out it was in my parents' room... the last place I'd expect it! I'm so happy! :)

So, there's been a Christmas e-mail going around that I don't particularly like. I mean, there's nothing wrong with Christmas. I celebrate Christmas. But this e-mail was different.
Just a little disclaimer: I'm not trying to pick a fight with anyone, this is just how I feel. And I really appreciate everyone who sent the e-mail to me. I just really didn't like how the poem expressed its Christmas cheer... It wasn't very cheerful, to be honest. And not even very Christmas-y. It was just... not very considerate of others. And I try to be a very tolerant person.

So me and Alyssa wrote this poem. It kinda doesn't make a lot of sense and lacks a good intro, but... Oh well! We wrote it together on MSN and decided to post our opinions on Blogger.


As we part our ways you'll hear, "Happy Holidays!"
because it's the correct way to say
everyone's celebrations
without...hyperventalations?
We're two slick cats
(with santa hats)
even though we celebrate Hanukkah
with our mamas 'cause
we are open-minded
and not blinded
by what you think the holiday's really about.
Be not concerned with what you shout out
because it's the giving season.
We don't need a reason
to worry about religion
because I don't care a smidgen.
So let us try to be jolly
and avoid all this folly!
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Holidays, Happy New Year,
let's give it some good old holiday cheer!
(Oh, and Happy Ramadan and Kwanzaa, too!
I'm sorry I forgot you!)


And then I wrote one! It doesn't compare with our first one (which was mostly by Alyssa), but it's what I think...

In the month of December, what all do we hear?
We hear of Santa, and presents, and flying reindeer!
We hear lots about Christmas, but not a word about Kwanzaa,
no “Hip, hip, hooray! And have a happy Hanukkah!”
There is more to remember in this twelfth month of the year
than fighting our way to the last open cashier.
So wrapped up are we in our Christian ways,
did we forget to care on AIDS awareness day?
(which is December 1st, by the way)
Millions of birthdays get covered up
by the fuss we all make of the holiday rush.
Shouting “Merry Christmas!” pleases a few,
but what about the Muslims, Buddhists, and Jews?
“Happy Holidays!” pleases the world,
so shout it out loud, all you boys and girls!



And that is all I have to say on that matter.

I wrote this for my friend, who isn't exactly happy right now. She knows who she is. Even though I wrote it with her in mind, I'd like for anybody to feel good after they read it. :')
Anyway...

Let’s take a walk,
not very far
Only to talk
and say how we are
Let’s sit down,
just for a while
Wipe off that frown
and show me a smile
Forget about sadness,
forget about pain
People will leave us,
but come back again
Put all this behind you
and think happy thoughts
Sunshine will find you
‘cause I love you lots
You’re not on your feet
and your head’s in the clouds
Think of memories so sweet,
and then shout ‘em out loud...
Because when everything’s fine
and you’re feeling okay,
you’ll realize in time
that today’s a new day



Haha, so yeah. That's my sad attempt at a poem.
I hope it helped...