June 29, 2013

My Best Friend and I

     So, everybody has that group of friends that they are pretty cool with.  Ok, maybe not everybody... but you know what I mean.  There's the group of friends you can have fun with, and its all fun.  However, then there should be the person that you can talk to, and talk to, and still talk to, without feeling like your being as annoying as you probably are.  My best friend, has to probably be Maggie.  She is the coolest person ever.  She's beautiful, and talented, and super funny and nice.

     I wouldn't say we are "two peas in a pod."  I mean... we got our differences.  We got lots of them.  But, we defiantly go together like... brown and pink, fries and chocolate shakes, and like sunny days with blue sky's.  We just... work. 

     So, we are pretty darn weird together.  Especially when I'm slap happy, and we are both super tired.  So, our next big thing, is we are working on a quote book.  Some of these come from friends of mine, hers, or ours.  However, lots of them are just us coming up with things on the fly.

     So here's some of what we got so far:

     "The universe works with us."

     "I can't do that..."

     "Don't you love people of all races?"

     "I like to just handle the egg."

     "I sleep better with you."

     "This cycle of a conversation has been re-run... several times." 

     "Whaa chaa chaa!"

     "I'm thinking about you all the time."

     "I know many references. Some of them are applicable."

     We  know who came up with which ones.  We know which ones are by friends, and which ones we made up based on what somebody else said.  Most are just Maggie and I.  Yes, we do love people of all races, and no we don't sleep together, and we often re-run through conversations.  We are besties and those quotes just sum up some of our weirdom.

     "This presentation was brought to you by Mag's, and My awesomeness."

June 28, 2013

The Book is Always Better Then the Movie...?

     Ok, ok.  I agree making that statement into a question was just stupid.  However, I have to wonder just what people mean.  Are they trying to compare the two art forms?

    Its true, when you compare the book with the movie, the book will always be better.  It is inevitable.  You see, a movie cannot fit most of what the book has in it.  So really a movie is more like a summary of things that somebody might highlight.  Why should a summary be blamed for not being able to hold everything that the full work can, and does?

    See, if you want to experience the full amazingness of something, then READ THE BOOK! Movies are something more to enjoy.  They are like intricate visual book summaries.  Its unfair to the book and movie to compare the two very different art forms. 

     What people need to learn is to separate themselves from the book that a movie may be based off of, because if you don't... well you won't ever truly enjoy a movie that is based off of a book.

     People need to stop asking for better movies, cause the fact is that nobody wants to watch a 13 hour movie.  It wouldn't work for theaters, and it would take years longer for movies to come out.  Plus, acting and scene quality are the things you should be looking at.  Not how much of your favorite characters relationship the movie is showing.  You gotta give directors a break.  Enjoy the movie for what it is.  Embrace it, or just don't bother even watching it.

     That said.  I wish they had made Lightening thief into a better movie... but I mostly have a problem with the acting.  They choose to cut out the wrong characters, and they choose a weird cast.  It was a terrible movie.  Even worse when you compare it to the book.

     But in general, I advise all you peoples who read books and then watch the movies... separate them! Don't compare movies to books.  It is just a straight path to pure disappointment.

    The book is always better then the movie, but just stop comparing them.

June 27, 2013

The Annoyance Theory

     So, I was thinking.  (I know, I know. Its surprising, please don't fall off your chair yet.)

     So now that we established that I was thinking, I'll tell you what about.  Its pretty earth shattering... just to put that out there...

     I was thinking about how people seem to annoy people rather a lot.  Like your best friend forgets your birthday, and you think, "What the heck? Are we even friends?" Or maybe it was something completely different that annoyed you.  (Maybe it was the fact that your iron man suit proved a little bit faulty.)  Who knows.

     But, what I actually was thinking about, (besides daydreaming about being iron man...) was why certain people annoy us more then others.  More specifically, why does family always seem to get on each others nerves?  I mean, we are supposed to be a happy family, each others best friends, the people who are always there for each other and all that.  So, why does it seem like peoples biggest fights are with their siblings, and their largest grudges are held against parents?  Why do teenagers get along with their friends, yet when their at home they want to (or do) zone out?

     Well, while I was thinking I realized something.  It makes perfect sense that our family, or best friends, would be the people who annoy us the most, yet that we still like the best too.  The thing is that everybody annoys us at least once, at some point in time.  The people that we spend more time with annoy us more, not because they are simply more annoying, but because we are around them more.

     Pretend somebody's annoyance level is a proper percent.  So everybody's annoying 5% of the time.  Well if you barely hung out or saw the person, that 5% would mean barely anything.  However, if you were around the person a ton (like every day of your life up till now) then that 5% would be rather signifagant. It would mean that every year you'd spend at least 438 hours being annoyed with them.  That doesn't mean they would be over big things, but that you'd spend a rather good chunk of time every year being anoyed with them.

     Why? Not because they are particularly more annoying then the friends you see at church once a week, but because you simply spend more time with them.

     So dear parents, siblings, and best friends of anyone. When somebody gets annoyed or upset with you, understand its just a passing thing.  Make up, say your sorry. Cause if you don't then you may ruin the great 8322 hours of friendship or family love that is just around the little bumps of normal problems.

     Make sure that when your happy with your parents, or siblings, or best friend, that you tell them how awesome they are and how much they mean to you.  Don't let the little things get in the way of something that can last.

June 17, 2013

The Birth of a World

     Many of my memories have been made with family, and many others with friends.  However, the one I want to share with you was made with family that are also some of my dearest friends.  This memory was made on a day that seems like it was not long ago.  But, it was made when I was about 10.  Not long ago, but not yesterday either...  
     We were bored and tired.  My family, minus my dad, and my mom’s sister and her kids had been staying at our Nanna and Grandpa’s house for our spring vacation.  For the last couple of days our main project had been running a restaurant.  However, serving the same four people breakfast, lunch, and dinner had become pretty boring.  It was too much like real life; it was too monotonous.  
     So, it ended up that my six-year old cousin, Jonah, and my ten-year old self were sitting in our grandparent’s living room trying to decide what we wanted to do.  We could have been digging for China in the back garden with our siblings.  My cousin and I, with our superior wisdom, knew that trying to reach China through that route was futile - also it was hot outside.  
     My cousin broke the silence of concentration, “We could go rescue a princess.”
     “A girl can’t help a boy rescue a princess.”  I retorted.
     He took a moment before saying, “You could be the princess.”
     “No, I would have to wait for you and I would get annoyed and just end up rescuing myself and then it would be no fun for you.”
     Again we lapsed into silence.  I tried to think.  We could swim, or play house, or make a fort out of pillows; but we had done all of those things more than twice in the last week.
     Jonah sighed.  “What is your favorite color?” He asked.
     “Red.  Why?  What’s yours?”
     “I just wanted to know.”  He responded, “Mine’s blue.” 
     Suddenly I had a thought.  It involved elves, dragons, and magic. 
     “I have an idea!”  I whispered to him.  His eyes brightened and I went on, “OK, first we have to have armor.  So, I have on an elegant chain mail dress with a red sash and thin leather boots with silver buckles.” 
     Jonah spoke up, “I have on a blue jerkin with a silver helm and leather moccasins.” 
     “Great!  Now we need weapons.”  
     “What are we?”  Jonah asked.  
     “Elves.  Well, we are warrior elves.  We are trained to do awesome fighting moves and we can use magic.”  I paused.  “So, I have a small dagger, a white ebony re-curve bow, and three knives that I can conceal in the skirts of my dress and throw with accuracy.” 
     "I have a sword, knives to throw, and a staff made of blue metal but made to be exactly like the long-staff Little John uses in Robin Hood.” 
     We spent the next hour telling each other the story of the elves’ history.  We came up with a whole new world which was filled with elves that had divided against each other.  We were a part of the few good elves left, and our goal was to restore peace to the world while shedding as little blood as possible, but we would fight when necessary.  By then we were hungry, so we moved to the dining room along with our siblings who had just come inside.
     After lunch we headed into the front yard with our siblings.  In the center of our grandparent’s front yard was a tree.  It was a tree that I would call big, although it seemed larger then.  Its trunk split only a foot away from the ground and the limbs were broad and flat.  All of us could climb it.  It was chosen to be the home of the elves, the Life Tree.  Everyone chose a color, which determined their elvish clan, and then they briefly described their armor and weapons.  
     We began and in only a couple minutes my brother had chosen to turn against us.  We laid a trap for him, but it failed.  Then we defeated the Dragon-of-Darkness, the most feared of all dragons.  We fled as we were hunted by our used-to-be comrade.  
     The dry smell of sand seemed to vanish as we moved from Las Vegas, Nevada, to the new world we had created.  We became alert to the imagined dangers surrounding us.  
     My cousin found the Ruby of Fire, which was the heart of the world.  From it we learned the language of magic, and went on to defeat a whole army of opposing elves.  We convinced a group of dark dragons to join our side.  Then, when the Life Tree was burning down we saved it through our magic.  My sister, the Rose Elf, was killed and then came back alive when the Ruby of Fire brushed her skin.
     When we were called for dinner, we reluctantly let the imagined world slip away.  For once my always-hungry brother was slightly disappointed because he had been called to dinner.  We had found something that entertained us all.  
     The last seven days of our vacation was spent mostly in the world my cousin and I had created.  Our minds, together, had given birth to a world that became a game that we would end up playing every time we saw each other.  
     Our world has had stolen brides.  There have been lakes where the water is so pure you can see right to the bottom where mermaids used to live before they were slaughtered by sea serpents.  We have fought dragons that seemed like mountains because they were so big, and forests that held dark secrets about the past.  We have witnessed plagues that killed most of the life on our world, and with magic we have fixed the damage.  
    We call it “The Game of Elves” and, as of yet, it has never left us bored.