Warning: the following blog may cause uncontrollable laughter, tears and moments of realization in some movie lovers.
Some movies never get old, no matter how many times you have seen them.
Take me for example. I have watched Back to the Future (parts 1, 2 and 3) twice this past week.
Twice.
Which leads me to something that has been fairly common here at the top of the stairs: confession time.
You may have guessed it by now, but I am a total Back to the Future junkie.
Oh, you want proof?
Fine, but I warned you. Don't come crying to me if you see yourself in this.
(This list can also be a sign. If more then 4 of these apply to you, drop what you are doing and email me immediately!)
*You will be SO mad if 2015 doesn't bring hover boards, flying cars, and the Cubs winning the world series.
*You lay awake at night desperately thinking of appropriate times to use the term "Great Scott" (see title)
*Say you do find out how to travel time. If going back to July 3rd, 1985 is on the list, you are good to go! (Bonus points if you would freak people out by spilling the ending... of the next movie)
*The first thing you plan on doing once you can drive is getting a bumper sticker that says 'My other car is a time machine'
*Who wants to blow up hills by the graveyard in search of time machines?
*You are not surprised by some people looking some way the one day and different-almost as if they are someone else- the next day. You ask them about their adventures in babysitting.
*Instead of hiding in your room when Mom and Dad embarrass you, you look for the family flux capacitor. There is no way they grew up when normal was around!
*There is a new appreciation for the old west,1955, and puffy vests
*You scream at the TV when they change the words. Sure, a kindergartner shouldn't hear them, but it destroys the humor! (Really, if you can read lips it just looks stupid!)
And the #1 way to tell...
*You still wonder what Doc meant when he told Marty that giving in every time someone called him names would cause a future accident
Monday, August 30, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
The Start of a Chance
Today, being the last day of summer, was a day of firsts and lasts. A day of beginnings and endings. A day of... well you get the point.
The last swing
If you have never been to my house, you don't know that there is a swing set in my backyard. Nothing big; just a slide, some rings, a rope latter... and a swing. For as long as I could remember, that was my place. I would sit there and just think. What I would think about remains the question. I would get ideas there (like most of this blog) and enjoy the fresh air. But now, it will be a great place to plan school events.
The fear faced
Being the person that I am, fears are not strangers. One of the things that was tickling my brain was (no laughing aloud) going to the movies. An afternoon with my sistas fixed that. Sure I may have embarrassed myself as I chanted "Shut up and kiss her already!" during the film. And crying might have been a little much-although my friends seemed to have found it hilarious when they took pictures of my runny makeup. But really... you people need to lighten up!
The final skate
#1 thing done outside this year: roller skating. Drifting off with a water bottle hanging from my shorts turned into the highlight of the day. Today was my last stroll before class....
And I fell.
Don't get me wrong, I am FAR from perfect. But falling is something that is simply never done. The nose dive turned into a meaning.
*changes into tour guide outfit (think Progressive girl type)* "And here on the tour de bruises we see what happens when the sidewalk turns into driveway. Over there you get to view why sticks should be avoided while tubing. And if you look all around you there are numerous times when they got bumped into a table."
Not that meaning.
The sentimental meaning that comes with summer crashing down when it is least expected. The meaning that says 'Give it a rest already!' and slaps you in the knee. The meaning that will stick with me through the entire 8th grade.
Tomorrow begins a new time. New lessons, new memories. The end of a summer that everyone looked forward to while buried in snow.
The start of chance.
The last swing
If you have never been to my house, you don't know that there is a swing set in my backyard. Nothing big; just a slide, some rings, a rope latter... and a swing. For as long as I could remember, that was my place. I would sit there and just think. What I would think about remains the question. I would get ideas there (like most of this blog) and enjoy the fresh air. But now, it will be a great place to plan school events.
The fear faced
Being the person that I am, fears are not strangers. One of the things that was tickling my brain was (no laughing aloud) going to the movies. An afternoon with my sistas fixed that. Sure I may have embarrassed myself as I chanted "Shut up and kiss her already!" during the film. And crying might have been a little much-although my friends seemed to have found it hilarious when they took pictures of my runny makeup. But really... you people need to lighten up!
The final skate
#1 thing done outside this year: roller skating. Drifting off with a water bottle hanging from my shorts turned into the highlight of the day. Today was my last stroll before class....
And I fell.
Don't get me wrong, I am FAR from perfect. But falling is something that is simply never done. The nose dive turned into a meaning.
*changes into tour guide outfit (think Progressive girl type)* "And here on the tour de bruises we see what happens when the sidewalk turns into driveway. Over there you get to view why sticks should be avoided while tubing. And if you look all around you there are numerous times when they got bumped into a table."
Not that meaning.
The sentimental meaning that comes with summer crashing down when it is least expected. The meaning that says 'Give it a rest already!' and slaps you in the knee. The meaning that will stick with me through the entire 8th grade.
Tomorrow begins a new time. New lessons, new memories. The end of a summer that everyone looked forward to while buried in snow.
The start of chance.
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