FuNnY tHiNgS tO dO aT tHe MoViEs
1. Throw popcorn in the air and yell, "It's snowing!"
2. Go, "Oooooh..." whenever anyone kisses.
3.a. Clap when the good guy gets killed.
3b. Starting wheezing and ask the person next to youif you can have some Juicy Fruits for you asthma.
4. During the previews, yell, "Can you fast-forward it?"
5. Whenever the badguy is doing something devious,say, "Watch out!"
6. Laugh very loudly at all the corny jokes.
7. Tell the man selling popcorn that the bathroom isflooding.
8. Yell out what is going to happen.
9. Wear a cape and when its your turn to get popcornyell, "I'm Batman! Hahaha!" and run away.
10. Say that they cannot sit next to you because youinvisible friend already is.
11. Dress for every movie as if it were the RockyHorror Picture Show.
12. Use empty chairs next to you as catapults withcandy. Aim at specific people behind you and see ifyou can hit anyone in the back row.
13. Wear 3d glasses. Complain loudly how bad the effects are.
14. Bring a flashlight. In the middle of the film doshadow puppets on the ceiling.
15. Bring a remote control. Complain that you can'tchange the channel.
16. Run out of the theater screaming, "Oh my goodness,I forgot, Webster is on now!"
17. Every time a character's name is mentioned do theRichmeister. (for a guy named Nick say, theNickmeister, the Nickenator, Nickarino...)
18. Bring a beachball. Toss it around.
19. Try to start a wave.
20. Become a bookie. Take bets on who will die first.
21. Sit in the back and throw eggs at the projectionwindow.
22. Every time someone curses cover your earsand scream, "No profanity!"
23. Sing with the theme music.
24. Whenever a fat guy comes in the movie, stand upand do the truffle shuffle. Include the sound effects.
25. At the ticketbooth, request tickets for really oldmovies, "I'll have two tickets for the Goonies."
26. Throw spitwads on the screen. Try throwing them onthe upper part of the screen so they can't get scrapedoff.
27. Ask your neighbor if Mr.T is in the movie, and askoften.
28. Point a laser pointer at the screen. Give theaudience a laser light show.
29. Bring a book and a bright light. Start reading thebook with the light on. When someone asks you to turnout the light, yell, "Shh, I'm trying to read!"
30. Use binoculars. Stare at the audience rather thanthe movie.
31. Bring a nintendo laser gun. Shoot at the screen.
32. Clap loudly every time a person walks into thetheater late.
33. When someone kicks the back of your chair, scream,"Ahhh, whiplash!"
34. Ask what the theater's return policy on popcornis.
35. Ask the person at the ticket window, "Do you workhere?"
36. Start a standing ovation at the end of the movie.
37. Quote all diologue 4 seconds after it is said onthe screen.
38. Do the running man every time a rap song isplayed.
39. Every time there is a gun shot scream, "Hit thefloor!", jump on the floor, and cover your head.
40. Wear one of those "cat in the hat" top hats.
41. Get 3 people together and act like you are Crow,Tom Servo, and Joel from Mystery Science Theater 3000.
42. Before the movie starts, stand up, and imitate theTruth commercial saying, "The makers of this filmcouldn't find any way to make their charactersrebellious, rockin`, or cool so instead, they'll justsmoke."
43. When someone walks by you in the aisle scream,"Ahhhhhh! Bad Touch!"44. When you are choosing a seat point at someone andsay loudly, "I don't want to sit next to that guy, hesmells funny!"
WARNING: These were done by the profesionals!
Saturday, February 19, 2005
A sad story
A friend sent this to me- its so sad, but it really makes you think. Hope y'all like it.
The day is over, you are driving home. You tune in your radio. You hear a littleblurb about a little village in India where some villagers have died suddenly,strangely, of a flu that has never been seen before. It's not influenza, butthree or four people are dead, and it's kind of interesting, and they're sendingsome doctors over there to investigate it. You don't think much about it, but on Sunday, coming home from church, you hearanother radio spot. Only they say it's not three villagers, it's 30,000villagers in the back hills of this particular area of India, and it's on TVthat night. CNN runs a little blurb; people are heading there from the diseasecenter in Atlanta because this disease strain has never been seen before. By Monday morning when you get up, it's the lead story. For it's not just India;it's Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, and before you know it, you're hearing thisstory everywhere and they have coined it now as "the mystery flu." The Presidenthas made some comment that he and everyone are praying and hoping that all willgo well over there. But everyone is wondering, How are we going to contain it? That's when the President of France makes an announcement that shocks Europe. Heis closing their borders. No flights from India, Pakistan, or any of thecountries where this thing has been seen. And that's why that night you arewatching a little bit of CNN before going to bed. Your jaw hits your chest whena weeping woman is translated from a French news program into English: There's aman lying in a hospital in Paris dying of the mystery flu. It has come toEurope. Panic strikes. As best they can tell, once you get it, you have it for a week before you knowit. Then you have four days of unbelievable symptoms. And then you die. Britain closes its borders, but it's too late. South Hampton, Liverpool, NorthHampton, and its Tuesday morning when the President of the United States makesthe following announcement: "Due to a national security risk, all flights to andfrom Europe and Asia have been canceled. If your loved ones are overseas, I'msorry. They cannot come back until we find a cure for this thing," Within four days our nation has been plunged into an unbelievable fear. Peopleare selling little masks for your face. People are talking about "What if itcomes to this country," and preachers on Tuesday are saying, "it's the scourgeof God." It's Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting whensomebody runs in from the parking lot and says, "Turn on a radio, turn on aradio." And while the church listens to a little transistor radio with amicrophone stuck up to it, the announcement is made: "Two women are lying in aLong Island hospital dying from the mystery flu." Within hours it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country. People areworking around the clock trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working.California, Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts. It's as though it's justsweeping in from the borders. And then, all of a sudden the news comes out. The code has been broken. A curecan be found. A vaccine can be made. It's going to take the blood of somebodywho hasn't been infected, and so, sure enough, all through the Midwest, throughall those channels of emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simplething: Go to your downtown hospital and have your blood type taken. That's allwe ask of you. When you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please makeyour way quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals. Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday night,there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and prickingfingers and taking blood and putting labels on it. Your wife and your kids areout there, and they take your blood type and they say, "Wait here in the parkinglot and if we call your name, you can be dismissed and go home." You stand around, scared, with your neighbors, wondering what in the world isgoing on and if this is the end of the world. Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He's yelling aname and waving a clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son tugs on yourjacket and says, "Daddy, that's me." Before you know it, they have grabbed yourboy. Wait a minute. Hold on! And they say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. Hisblood is pure. We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease. We think he hasgot the right type." Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses,crying and hugging one another - some are even laughing. It's the first time youhave seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old doctor walks up to you and says,"Thank you, sir. Your son's blood type is perfect. It's clean, it is pure, andwe can make the vaccine." As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks, peopleare screaming and praying and laughing and crying. But then the gray-haireddoctor pulls you and you wife aside and says, "May we see you for a moment? Wedidn't realize that the donor would be a minor and we need...we need you to signa consent form." You begin to sign and then you see that the number of pints of blood to be takenis empty. "H-how many pints?" And that is when the old doctor's smile fades andhe says, "We had no idea it would be a little child. We weren't prepared. Weneed it all!" "But-but...You don't understand." "We are talking about the world here. Pleasesign. We-we need it all!" "But can't you give him a transfusion?" "If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign? Would you sign?" In numb silence,you do. Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with him before webegin?" Can you walk back? Can you walk back to that room where he sits on a tablesaying, "Daddy? What's going on?" Can you take his hands and say, "Son, you knowI love you, and I would never ever let anything, happen to you that didn't justhave to be. Do you understand that?" And when that old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry, we've - we've gotto get started. People all over the world are dying." Can you leave? Can you walk out while he is saying, "Dad? Dad? Why - why haveyou forsaken me?" And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son, and somefolks sleep through it, and some folks don't even come because they go to thelake, and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care.Would you want to jump up and say, "MY SON DIED FOR YOU! DON'T YOU CARE?" Is that what GOD wants to say? "MY SON DIED FOR YOU. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH ICARE?" "Father, seeing it from your eyes breaks our hearts. Maybe now we can begin tocomprehend the great Love you have for us."
The day is over, you are driving home. You tune in your radio. You hear a littleblurb about a little village in India where some villagers have died suddenly,strangely, of a flu that has never been seen before. It's not influenza, butthree or four people are dead, and it's kind of interesting, and they're sendingsome doctors over there to investigate it. You don't think much about it, but on Sunday, coming home from church, you hearanother radio spot. Only they say it's not three villagers, it's 30,000villagers in the back hills of this particular area of India, and it's on TVthat night. CNN runs a little blurb; people are heading there from the diseasecenter in Atlanta because this disease strain has never been seen before. By Monday morning when you get up, it's the lead story. For it's not just India;it's Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, and before you know it, you're hearing thisstory everywhere and they have coined it now as "the mystery flu." The Presidenthas made some comment that he and everyone are praying and hoping that all willgo well over there. But everyone is wondering, How are we going to contain it? That's when the President of France makes an announcement that shocks Europe. Heis closing their borders. No flights from India, Pakistan, or any of thecountries where this thing has been seen. And that's why that night you arewatching a little bit of CNN before going to bed. Your jaw hits your chest whena weeping woman is translated from a French news program into English: There's aman lying in a hospital in Paris dying of the mystery flu. It has come toEurope. Panic strikes. As best they can tell, once you get it, you have it for a week before you knowit. Then you have four days of unbelievable symptoms. And then you die. Britain closes its borders, but it's too late. South Hampton, Liverpool, NorthHampton, and its Tuesday morning when the President of the United States makesthe following announcement: "Due to a national security risk, all flights to andfrom Europe and Asia have been canceled. If your loved ones are overseas, I'msorry. They cannot come back until we find a cure for this thing," Within four days our nation has been plunged into an unbelievable fear. Peopleare selling little masks for your face. People are talking about "What if itcomes to this country," and preachers on Tuesday are saying, "it's the scourgeof God." It's Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting whensomebody runs in from the parking lot and says, "Turn on a radio, turn on aradio." And while the church listens to a little transistor radio with amicrophone stuck up to it, the announcement is made: "Two women are lying in aLong Island hospital dying from the mystery flu." Within hours it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country. People areworking around the clock trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working.California, Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts. It's as though it's justsweeping in from the borders. And then, all of a sudden the news comes out. The code has been broken. A curecan be found. A vaccine can be made. It's going to take the blood of somebodywho hasn't been infected, and so, sure enough, all through the Midwest, throughall those channels of emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simplething: Go to your downtown hospital and have your blood type taken. That's allwe ask of you. When you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please makeyour way quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals. Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday night,there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and prickingfingers and taking blood and putting labels on it. Your wife and your kids areout there, and they take your blood type and they say, "Wait here in the parkinglot and if we call your name, you can be dismissed and go home." You stand around, scared, with your neighbors, wondering what in the world isgoing on and if this is the end of the world. Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He's yelling aname and waving a clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son tugs on yourjacket and says, "Daddy, that's me." Before you know it, they have grabbed yourboy. Wait a minute. Hold on! And they say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. Hisblood is pure. We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease. We think he hasgot the right type." Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses,crying and hugging one another - some are even laughing. It's the first time youhave seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old doctor walks up to you and says,"Thank you, sir. Your son's blood type is perfect. It's clean, it is pure, andwe can make the vaccine." As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks, peopleare screaming and praying and laughing and crying. But then the gray-haireddoctor pulls you and you wife aside and says, "May we see you for a moment? Wedidn't realize that the donor would be a minor and we need...we need you to signa consent form." You begin to sign and then you see that the number of pints of blood to be takenis empty. "H-how many pints?" And that is when the old doctor's smile fades andhe says, "We had no idea it would be a little child. We weren't prepared. Weneed it all!" "But-but...You don't understand." "We are talking about the world here. Pleasesign. We-we need it all!" "But can't you give him a transfusion?" "If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign? Would you sign?" In numb silence,you do. Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with him before webegin?" Can you walk back? Can you walk back to that room where he sits on a tablesaying, "Daddy? What's going on?" Can you take his hands and say, "Son, you knowI love you, and I would never ever let anything, happen to you that didn't justhave to be. Do you understand that?" And when that old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry, we've - we've gotto get started. People all over the world are dying." Can you leave? Can you walk out while he is saying, "Dad? Dad? Why - why haveyou forsaken me?" And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son, and somefolks sleep through it, and some folks don't even come because they go to thelake, and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care.Would you want to jump up and say, "MY SON DIED FOR YOU! DON'T YOU CARE?" Is that what GOD wants to say? "MY SON DIED FOR YOU. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH ICARE?" "Father, seeing it from your eyes breaks our hearts. Maybe now we can begin tocomprehend the great Love you have for us."
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Sunday, February 13, 2005
TTYL
Hey ya'll, its been a while since ive typed. ive been soooooooo busy with school, babysitting, and church. sixcents, ttyl means talk to you later- its computer lingo- i use it a ton because its easy to type and once you know it, easy to read- lol (laughing out loud)
Saturday, February 12, 2005
FREAK OUT
NO WAY- YA'LL WILL NEVER BELIEVE THIS- ITS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
my parents are letting me go with my high school french class to france next summer- itll be awesome- its horribly expensive, but their gunna let me go!!!!!! im sooo excited- my parents never let me go anywhere- the farthest ive ever been from home is to south dakota for a church mission trip (for those of you not familier with the US, or the states possitions, lets just say its not far from home.)
but< I GET TO GO TO FRANCE, I GET TO GO TO FRANCE-ok, im done bragging now- i know its wrong- im done.
ttyl
my parents are letting me go with my high school french class to france next summer- itll be awesome- its horribly expensive, but their gunna let me go!!!!!! im sooo excited- my parents never let me go anywhere- the farthest ive ever been from home is to south dakota for a church mission trip (for those of you not familier with the US, or the states possitions, lets just say its not far from home.)
but< I GET TO GO TO FRANCE, I GET TO GO TO FRANCE-ok, im done bragging now- i know its wrong- im done.
ttyl
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