Epicness

It's five o'clock. That means our bell tower is chiming out the fight song campus wide. That means I am happy to be in my dorm where I can barely hear it through the window. I don't know... I think it sounds like a creepy music box tune. It sounds fine when the band plays it, but something about the music box effect the bell tower has on it... *shudders* That's just another of my quirky things I guess.

Anyway, STAR WARS EPISODE I: THE PHANTOM MENACE. I saw it Friday Saturday with Llama. I'm not a huge fan of the second trilogy (that's I through III for those who didn't know), but it was Star Wars in 3D. I didn't get to see any Star Wars in theaters, and now I can see all of them! In 3D! And I got these:

Yeah... And Darth Maul is on them. That is because they regret not letting one of their coolest characters live through at least two movies instead of killing him off. Like they do in lots of movies nowadays. How that irks me! They kill off my favorite people all the time and in the first movie! Ugh.

But yes. Star Wars in 3D was truly epic. Even if it was freezing outside and my teeth were chattering and I was hissing through my chattering teeth it was worth it.

Haha! And then there were the two girls in front of us who wanted to see the Lady in Black with Daniel Radcliff, that Harry Potter guy. But it wasn't going to play for another hour and a half. So they laughed about it, glanced over the movies, and then decided on Beauty and the Beast. Which had last played three hours ago. More giggling, glancing over movies, and giggling, debating, giggling... finally "Two for Star Wars" in an attitude like "haha! Star Wars? Really?" At least they didn't laugh through the movie.

In other news, an update on Mordecai and Bartimeus:

Look how big Bartimeus got! His little head is falling off (sadness!) but the rest of him is very green and happy looking. Mordecai has two cute little traps that I have attempted to trigger, but it is hard to tickle them right when he is in a pickle jar.

And for those who want to know about my stories/books/novels, I haven't really worked on them in awhile. I have taken a bit of a break. But I do have a contest. If you look at my pages at the one titled "Something FUN!", then you will find the rules. Have fun! :)

Fun with Chauncey

Before I leap into this exciting tale of my immaturity, I need to go back and explain some things.

• One: I am very unique and prone to do very random things with my friends. I stress the word random.
• Two: Did I mention that I am in fencing now? Oh what fun it is! It's as close to sword-fighting as I can get and I eagerly leaped at the opportunity to join the fencing club. It's challenging, as is any other sport at first, but I have been told that I'm catching on rather quick. And one of the instructors likes my aggression. :)
• Three: It had rained some, but not much. This is somewhat irrelevant, but plays a minor role in the outcomes. I take that back, it has a lot to do with what happened last night.

 Llama and I were returning from another vigorous fencing practice and it had stopped raining. As we walked down the sidewalk I spied a worm on the pavement and thought it dead. I picked it up and it moved. I was excited as this five inch or so pink earthworm slowly writhed in my hands while Llama took these:

Yes, excitement for this long lovely creature! You can even see his slimy gift shimmering on my palm and fingers. What a beaut! I released the worm, which we dubbed Chauncey, back into the wild wet world and we continued back to the dorms with Chauncey's gift on my hands.

I rubbed my hands along a rail to try to remove some of the sticky residue, which didn't help, and decided to attack Llama with my wet smelly hands. Worms have a very bitter earthy smell, for those who don't know. And we both knew. He dodged, but I repeatedly tried. I got it on his hands and wrist and finally, when he least expected it, in the face. Well, forehead more or less, with my sticky smelly hands.

He grabbed my wrist and forced my hand in my face and I put my other hand in his hair. We were both getting our hands wet with the rain water and hitting each other in the face. I could feel it on my face and between my fingers. That sticky slimy worm residue all over the both of us. We both agreed it wasn't clean fun, but fun nonetheless despite the gross factor, which I don't find that horribly gross. But I'm a little oddball. :)

Fun was had by both! Lots and lots! I was informed after that I smelled and had to take a shower, since I also was smelly from fencing...