my school's theater program is the best ever

Well, the title basically said it. I went to see "unhealthy to be unpleasant" at my school, and it was officially one of the funniest plays ever. Even funnier than "boys and ghouls" last year, which I was in. It was rather amazing. But then, it had the amazing eighth grader whose name shall not be disclosed (ask me if you want to know who it was), who is the best crazy lady ever. And of course, it was directed by the amazing senior whose name will need to be asked of me if you want to know who it was, who is crazy funny, so it works out. We had the amazing eighth grader in "boys and ghouls", and she was the crazy witch grandma. I was the robot. It was rather amazing. And we both got to do crazy voices. Well, SHE got to do a crazy voice. I got to do monotone. Which is really boring. But I had the FUNNEST (YES I KNOW FUNNEST ISN'T A WORD BUT I'M USING IT ANYWAY) part ever. Because I was a freaking ROBOT!!! And I got to break down a lot because I was around five generations old and I was technically a Frankenstein monster test run. And I was supposed to be a guy, technically. But a GUY couldn't do half the things that I ended up doing with my hair, so it worked out. AND they somehow managed to incorporate the coffin we had in "boys and ghouls" into "unhealthy to be unpleasant", which was rather hilarious. Another girl who was in "boys and ghouls" and I had a random OMG moment when we saw it come out, because it was like, WOAH, because neither of us thought that we'd ever see it again. It was rather amazing.
I'm currently listening to "footloose" on my iPod, which is the awesomest song ever. I want to get up and do the choreography that I had to learn in 6th grade when we did it for the summer chorus concert.
I'm trying to tell you it will if you don't even try you can fly if you'd only cut loose footloose kick off your sunday shoes please louise get me off of my knees...
hahahaha I LOVE that song.
*random flingie-arm-random-spazzy-dance-moment!!!!*
Well, I'm really packed with knitting right now. I'm working on a vest/jacket type thing for my cousin's wedding over the summer, and I'm knitting a pair of gloves for the play.
Now I'm listening to The Boxer by Carbon Leaf. It is a rather amazing song. She is the boxer she knows when and where to strike he is the boxer he knows no peaceful city tonight...
Sorry. That's another song I love rather a lot. Mind you, there's about fifty songs that I love rather a lot. I love music in general. Unless it's metal or rap or soul or blues or anything that my brother likes. Because the music my brother likes isn't really music. It's more like people yelling about sex and drugs and whores to a beat. And metal is people yelling unintelligably to unintelligible guitar chords. I have to go now. Bed.

antholio

okay, TODAY is the antholio day because TODAY I actually have the sheet on which the rubric is given for THE ANTHOLIOS!!!
So the antholio I'm going to start with is the one about artistic representation of the language. So I'm going to find some quotes and then I'm going to put them on a sheet of paper (here meaning on the blog and then copy and paste them later) and then I'm going to decide which of the other artistic representations I'm going to do. Definately not the one with the CD because my itunes gift card only has 39 cents left on it. So I'm goinng to do..................................something that I will decide once I have quotes!!!
Okay. So quotes:
An eye for an eye leaves everybody blind.~Ghandi Hate the sin and love the sinner.~Ghandi First they ignore you. Then they laugh at you. Then they fight you. Then you win. ~Ghandi (that's my new favorite quote of all time) My grandfather once told me that there are two kinds of people: those who work and those who take the credit. He told me to be in the first group, there was less competition there. ~Indira Gandhi You have to dream before your dreams can come true.~Abdul Kalam Unless India stands up to the world, no one will respect us. Fear has no place in the world. Ony strength respects strength. ~Abdul Kalam You will not be punished for your anger, you will be punished by your anger.~Bhudda Three things cannot be long hidden-the sun, the moon, and the truth. ~Bhudda We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.~Bhudda You cannot travel the path until you have become th path itself. ~Bhudda The only secret of existence is to have no fear. Never fear what will become of you, depend on no one. Only the moment you reject all help are you freed. ~Bhudda God does not require us to succeed; He only requires for you to try.~Mother Theresa I know God will not give me anything I can't hande. I just wish He didn't trust me so much. ~Mother Theresa Peace begins with a smile. ~Mother Theresa If you want to make peace, don't talk to your friends. Talk to your enemies. ~Mother Theresa If you can't feed a hundred people, then feed just one.~Mother Theresa It is a kingly act to assist the fallen. ~Mother Theresa You can never enter the same river twice. ~proverb (even though it was used in Pocahontas) Blaming your faults on your nature does not change the nature of your faults. ~proverb Do not blame God for creating the tiger, but thank Him for not giving it wings. ~proverb If you want to go east, don't go west. ~Ramakrishna Work, apart from devotion or love of God, is helpless and cannot stand alone. ~Ramakrishna All the flowers of tomorrow come from the seeds of today.~proverb A smile you sent, will always return.~proverb To watch us dance is to hear our heart speak~proverb
that's all the decent quotes I could find. So now to decide what the next bit is going to be. But NOOOOOO now it's time for dinner.
Me and my mom are going to a play at my school soon so I'd better go.
I WILL finish!!

roooooooaaaaaaar-rants about my annoying life

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!! I really feel like a piece of s***t right now. I really need to take control of my life because my mom is currently dominating the entire scene. Really. I mean, most kid's parents would be okay with them being like, "hey, can I do this camp instead of that camp?" or something. Well, my mom's not THAT intimidating, but she still can be scary.
My mom is seriously domineering, though, when she wants to be. I've pretty much been doing what she wants because I'm kind of sort of scared of her. She's intimidating. Really intimidating. And because of that, since the age of about seven I've never really wanted to stand up to her for fear of intimidation from her and disappointment on both sides. I feel like I need to take control of something, but I've never had the guts to even raise my hand in class until I was sure of the answer, and by then someone else was sure of the answer and had risen their hand because that's what other people do.
I don't want other people to control my life. But I'm scared of being in control because I'm sure I'll mess up on something. The only thing I seem to be able to control with minimal mistakes is knitting, and that's only because I don't trust myself to do interesting stitches. That's why I'm SO freaked out about this thing I'm knitting for my cousin's wedding. I'm so scared I'm going to seriously mess up on something and then not figure out what went wrong until I've done another thirty two rows. I'm SO LAME!!!!!
I don't really know why I can't seem to trust myself. I'm a dreamer, but nothing more. Seriously. I can only dream of stuff I wish I could do and never seem to take initiative for doing it. That's probably because of the fact that I'm really intimidated by everyone else. I don't know why I'm suddenly so insecure about it, either. Sheesh. I'm more lame than I thought, and that's saying something.
I have to go eat lunch now.
But I don't want to.
So I'm not going to.
But seriously. My mom takes a lot of safety measures to which I can see the point some of the time. But not all of the time. I used to be so scared of doing anything that she wouldn't like that I wasn't able to stick up for myself. So I sort of did some stuff behind her back. Like this. She didn't know about this until I told her, which was after I set the blog up. And I cuss sometimes at school. I used to be so freaked out about it, but now it's not such a big deal. All my friends do it. The only cuss word that I haven't said is the "f" word. Besides, sometimes cussing makes the situation a whole lot funnier. Which is most of the reason why my friends cuss a lot. Because our TA's quote book wouldn't be so full of funny quotes if half the people hadn't used the word "shit" in the sentence. I have only cussed in front of my mother once. It was at a church retreat, and we were both in the room we were supposed to be in, and I said "dammit" because I forgot my toothbrush.
Well, that's all I have time for. Because I'm hungry. And mom's being domineering again. :(.

English notes, part two

I'm back again with the dreaded task of taking notes for English! This time I'm going to be researching a different part of the project. The bit I am working on now is the antholios and they're probably the hardest/most annoying part of the entire project. Except for the actual research. That's probably more annoying than the antholios. But the antholios are harder. But the research is more extensive. The research is more in-depth, but the antholios for this quarter are harder to work on. So anyway, time to figure out which antholio I am going to work on this evening... Whoa, the laptop just super hugely wonked out. I think it's because some of the springs for the keys do not come up entirely, so when I went to open a new tab with "control t" the control key stuck and I guess "control w" is close because it happened like five times when I tried typing in the url to get back here. Anyway, going back to the original question.. You know what? I lost my antholio sheet. And you know what else? My English teacher hasn't posted the revised copy of it on her blackboard page yet. So you know what? I'm not going to be able to do my antholio research this evening. So that means *groan* more reading/notes. What fun!

Alright then....

People of India consider arranged marriage as something great. They consider dating a taboo. They give a lot of importance to family relationships. The parents look after the children, and the children obey their parents. This means that the parents do the matchmaking, and find suitable people from suitable families, so there's basically no chance of marrying outside your religion, caste, social status, or economic class. This protects the couple from the annoyances of different religion, caste or social class. Through marriage two families come in to an alliance, and the families tended to work out the problems in the marriage. The system originated when child marriage went on in India, and children were married off at an early age, sometimes even before puberty. Since the kids could not give valid consent to be married, so the parents said yes or no. The purpose was to prevent them looking for themselves when they were older, like when they were adults, because they might go looking for someone who was unsuitable, meaning from a lower caste or class or status or something. It was a means of preventing them marrying someone outside their race and social status. The arranged marriage system was based on a caste system, and ended up promoting a sense of racism and classicism, and really has no attention to spiritual value. Now child marriages are illegal and the people are free to pick their own partners, but the parents still to enforce the arranged marriages based on what they used to. In fact, some parents would go so far as to feel like if their kid followed their own heart for once it would be a disgrace, and others were willing to go so far as to threaten their child (i.e. no bit of inheritable wealth for YOU, mister). So the offspring end up going along with whoever their parents picked out for them. Even if they end up not liking the person, they'll just bow their head and take it. I guess people don't really want to look like the disgrace or threat or dunce of the family, and they really want that bit of family wealth. According to the divine plan, marriage should happen with the love and consent of those who are getting married. But the parents still do the consenting. Often there is a lot of fear and force going on in the marriage-fear from the kids and force from the adults. Arranged marriages are prevalent among the upper class people, who want to protect their status. Lower class people don't really care all that much about class, but they do it anyway because they have nothing to lose, they want to imitate their superiors because it's one of those times when it is like, "oh, well, they're doing it, so it must be okay" type thing. They do, however, have that bit of the classified section of the newspaper where all the people post stuff, trying to get a date, or in their case, a spouse. It's probably similar to what they have around here. They state all the things that all the arranging parents would want to know (i.e. religion, economic stuff, race, etc) in the ad. Another thing that occurs with Indian arranged marriages is the dowry, even though it's prohibited by law. When there's an arranged marriage, the consent of the people getting married is of little importance (well, that REALLY sucks), but what's rather important is the dowry, which the parents agree on beforehand. It's usually rather large, and so poor girls/orphan girls typically remain unmarried.


Well, my time is up. I'm SO glad today's research is over. :)

another lunchtime blog

Yes, here I am, at lunch, and yeah. So what now? I got the script for Robin Hood. Finally. I have THREE LINES!!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course, they are said with about twenty other people at the same time, but still. It's better than West Side Story. Well, West Side Story had singing. That's different. If you count the singing, I had more lines in West Side Story. But whatever. I don't care. But man, my friends are looking over the script that my friend has because she's Maid Marian, and they're at a terribly awkward scene. Apparently she has to go on nude. That is fun. We are all sincerely hoping that the director will let her wear something over it. Apparently one of her lines is, "I shall not let that foul thing touch my body when you are here," or something. And then my other friend made a "that is what she said" joke. Man, my friends are SO funny. I wish I was that funny, but I'm WAY too lame. I can't even get a decent enough part to have enough lines for any "that's what she said" jokes. Not that I would want to. But whatever. I didn't get a good look at the script since I was only looking at the two scenes where I showed up. But whatever. I still have the script. So I can look at it later. If I feel like it. When I have to memorize my three lines. got to go.

i am back again

I have exactly fifteen minutes. I said I would clean my room fifteen minutes after I finished my homework, and now I am done with my homework so I have to clean my room in fifteen minutes. So I am going to type as fast as possible. Please excuse any spelling errors, the keyboard on the laptop is really lousy. I am going to go and spellcheck later. So anyway, I want to knit a lot of stuff but I do not know what to knit. So I was thinking that since I only have to go to nine rehearsals for the All Grades Play (Robin Hood), and the fact that I am a townsperson so I do not have to have my costume on super strict guidelines, I was thinking I could knit my costume. It would be freaking awesome, would it not? I could use my scraps ball for the majority of it, since basketball-sized balls of yarn can go rather far, and then I would use variegated yarn for gloves, even though I have absolutely no idea what season this is supposed to be in, and my fingerless gloves really suck, and I am supposed to be a peasant anyway, so I am going to knit gloves. It will be really effective because, once again, I am a peasant. My entire life is due to trying to pay off my debts and I have not got a lot of decent stuff to wear. So I am going to use really lousy-looking yarns to try and look the part. Even though I probably can not. Look the part, I mean. Yeah. Anyway, seven of my precious fifteen minutes have already passed. Oh joy. Anyway, now comes the time when I ask myself what I want to do with my life. Just kidding. Now comes the time when I randomly rant about absolutely nothing. Here meaning, in this case, my hopelessness at designing knitting patterns. So I am really lousy at designing knitting things. For example, I once knitted a fingerless glove. It was black. It was the worst thing ever. Seriously. There were holes between the fingers (even the thumb) and you could tell where the edge of the round was on the fingers (for things like gloves, knitters use double-pointed needles, which lets you work in a seamless circle). And I accidentally did a cable on one of the fingers. So, in short, it was one of the worst things I have ever made. On the other hand, I know a lot of stuff now about how to make fingerless gloves. For example, that is one thing I should probably never try to do again. Even though I should. For Robin Hood. Hey, a rhyme! So anyway, thirteen of my precious fifteen minutes have already gone by. *sigh*. You know what? I am just going to go for twenty minutes. Then I can start cleaning right on the hour. That would be really helpful. Number one, because I can type some more. Number two, because then I an say that I have been working for a certain number of minutes on my room because I will have started right at six. Which is nice. I think. Anyway, back to the land of me ranting about my lame knitting skills..... I can knit, but I am not really good at it. I know that everyone says, "oh, you are such a good knitter," but really, they are probably only saying that because I know how and they do not. For example, I can only knit scarves and hats and occasionally bags. But only if they are small bags. Like purses almost. And bookmarks. And gloves. Sometimes. I can do sweaters, but I have only ever finished the back half of one. Not very good, am I? Well, I can do a bunch of different stitches, but all those I learned from a book. And really, to do all of those stitches you really only need to know how to knit and purl and cast on and bind off. And, when you are learning a new stitch, you have to know what the symbols mean in the stitch pattern. Okay, my mom just came in and she said that I could do my reading/research for my English project before I cleaned my room. So I get to stay down here a couple more minutes, since she brought down my book (which is fiction) which I have to read for English (and incorporate into my project, unless I want to pile more work on myself and do one of the book report options, which I do not want to do). She is willing to count the book as research, as it is going to be part of my presentation. Sort of. My topic is about marriage. And India. And America. It is hard to explain. But it works. In my head. Sort of. Anyway, I have sort of almost reached the point where me ACTUALLY ranting about something is ACTUALLY somewhat close to the notes I did last night. Which is pretty freaking awesome. But to be honest, I doubt whether anyone is going to read this anyway, so nobody would really care. So that entire thing took me around twenty five minutes total. Wow. I was down here for ages when I was taking the notes. That is probably because I was reading and then writing and then reading and then writing and so on. Well, I have very much exceeded my fifteen minutes or twenty minutes or whatever it is supposed to be, so I should probably go do something productive. Like read the book I am supposed to read for English. Or something. Anyway, the point is, I CAN do stuff like rant for extended periods of time and exceed the length I used on this space for note taking. That is always fun. Except when it is not. Obviously. I mean, right? Whatever. Anyway, I am going to start reading when this clock says six twenty which is in four minutes. So.......yeah. I do not care what other people say, I know I can knit, but compared with a lot of people I am mediocre. I can not even finish a sweater and there are people who could probably knit about five sweaters in the time it took me to make the back half. So there. Plus, all those people who did those five sweaters also have the patience for ponchos and the skill to design their own sweaters from the basic pattern. Because to be quite honest, sweater patterns are basically, "do this many rows with ribbing/garter stitch. Change to larger needles. Work for this many inches. Bind of four stitches on each side. Work several more inches. Bind off everything." Seriously. That is basically it. Well, my time is up. I will see you later, or blog later, or whatever.

here I am

Well, I am back. I REALLY want to write more than I do when I'm taking notes, but I can never seem to have enough time to do so. Like now, for example. I'm not technically supposed to chill past five, but my mom isn't here.
Okay, how about this-I'm going to wait out this song (I'm listining to music, by the way) and then I'll go do my homework! Great!
So that means I have around....2 minutes. Great.
Anyway.....
Okay this is really lame. I want to write more than I did, and then I suddenly can't. This is really lame. Really, really lame. I know it. Life is weird like that, isn't it?
well, now the song is at an awesome part. But I can't stay long. Because now I have around....less than a minute. Oh great. I don't want to do my homework. I really don't. But I have to.
I'm going to go now. I'll be back when I have time to get the laptop and get back on here. The song's done now anyway.

lunchtime!

Well, I am BACK in full force, and I completely intend to talk more than I did when I was taking notes for my project. So here I am, rambling, as usual. So............how are you today? I am okay. I started another knitting project. I am finally going to use up my basketball-sized ball of scrap yarn that I started ages ago. I like my scraps ball because, well, you can never redo it exactly the same way. But I think that it is time I actually had a use for it, aside from having it take up space, so I am going to knit a blanket with it. Or part of a blanket. Or something really big. That I do not have to wear. Because that would be annoying. Because there would be a load of knots and it would be really uncomfortable. So I am making a blanket with it. That is what I am going to do. I am also thinking about knitting something to wear to my cousin's wedding in July. I might actually knit something for her. I would not know what to make, though. I mean, the only really nice yarn I can think of is alpaca wool, and, number one it is around twenty dollars per skein (the average is like between two and five for the basic acrylic), and number two it would be freaking hot to wear it wherever she and her boyfriend/ husband are going to live. Which is probably down south for at least a little while because my cousin is working down south and her boyfriend/ husband is still in college down south, so they are probably going to live there. That reminds me, what ARE we doing for a wedding present for them anyway? Well, sadly, I could not fulfill my goal of writing more than last time.

random two minute thing

Okay here I am. I have class in like two minutes so I can't stay long.
So last night I watched Emma because Cities of the Underworld wasn't on. Emma was okay, but it was really annoying that Cities wasn't on. I only missed like two episodes of season one/two, and now I'm missing like five of season three.
Emma is okay though. Jane Austen is a pretty good writer.
Well, my two minutes are up.
:(. Will be back at lunch. Maybe. :)

notes for the race and culture project

Okay, so my basic thing of what I'm going to do is I'm researching marriage issues for Indian females coming to America/live in America but were raised by an arranged couple. So I did some research about arranged marriage. I looked up some sites, but did not read them very thouroughly. So here is what I am finding out as I read the first website's information: The marriage symbolizes not only the union of the couple but the union of the family. Okay, that was about the only useful information from THAT link. moving on. The title of this page is "marriage legalities in India." There are several different religions in India, all with their own marriage laws. India acknowledges the individual's rights, and lets the individual have their own cumpolsory rules. Said rules are usually based around the rules of the religion of said person. For example, there is the Hindu Marriage Act, the Christian Marriage Act, the Parsee Marriage and Divorce Act, and the Muslim Marriage Act. What is a parsee, anyway? *note to self-look up parsee* For the Hindu Marriage Act (1955), the guy has to be at least 21 and the girl has to be at least 18. They should be of the same religion and should not be within the degree of a prohibited relationship. (what does THAT mean?) Divorce can be obtained on various grounds. Muslims also have their own personal law that says that Nikah or marriage is a contract, temporary or permanent, and it permits a dude to have four wives just so long as he treats them all equally. If I were one of the girls, I would be rather pissed that my husband married three other people as well. I wonder how that would work out, anyway. The Parsee Marriage and Divorce Act (1939) governs the provisions of their marriage. Well, that's descriptive. Same goes for Indian Christians under the Idian Christian Marriage Act of 1889. So all these people are governed by an act about how they should get married? I should look into this......
Anyway, there is also the Special Marriage Act. I don't think the U.S. has THIS many acts with regards to marriage only. Sure, the temples and the mosques and the churches and the where ever elses will probably have their own decorum where their subjects would be damnable to the underworld for the rest of forever for not marrying someone of their religion. But anyway, what of this special marriage act? Special Marriage Act, 1954. Those who get married with no formal wedding ceremony or a civil marriage are governed by this act. Those getting married under this act do not need to go through any more legal steps because in this case registration is itself the marriage ceremony. (?????) OH it explains in the next scentence- "so whatever your religion it is important to legalize your marriage ceremony." And that's the end of that bit. MOVING ON!

You know what? When the site's information on your topic was only a paragraph long, it's a lot easier to manage taking typed notes on it. But this link, although it probably has good information, would probably drive me insane, clicking from tab to tab. So I'm going to stop with the note-taking now and just read the article.
Just thinking, though...
This is probably the longest entry I've posted, except for the one with a load of space for dramatic effect when it was like "oh, tomorrow's blame someone else day... I didn't do it."
But seriously, it probably is.
Well, I've just been doing some more thinking. Mom said half an hour of research means I get to watch Cities of the Underworld tonight if it's on and Emma if it's not. So that means around ten more minutes of this and I'm free.
Wait, no, I still have to do my math homework.
And eat dinner.
And................yeah.
Oh, I should probably cite the links that I got the information from.
One moment please..........
http://74.125.47.132/search?q=cache:ALB0qSWBaIQJ:weddings.iloveindia.com/indian-weddings/indian-wedding-facts.html+indian+marriage+traditions&hl=en&ct=clnk&cd=2&gl=us
http://weddings.iloveindia.com/indian-weddings/marriage-laws-in-india.html
Okay!!
Based on the side scrolly bar thingie, this IS the longest post I have ever done ever. Yay me!
Man I wish I could write this much on regular posts when I wanted to.
Oh well.
I'm hungry.
Better get to that research!
I'm really hungry though...............

gah!

Well, here I am. Writing in my blog.
Right now I probably should be researching my race and culture project. I really should. But I am not. Because I do not really want to. That and the fact that I really, really, really, really, really do not get this project.
I do not get it because the teacher does not really give you enough to work with. Okay, scratch that, she gives you enough prompting to work with. It is just me that I am worried about. I am worried about me because I do not seem able to organize properly. And the project is due at the end of march.
What I really do not get is why the teacher is taking points off if we do not dress well enough or have a bad hair day. That is really mean. She used to teach college, which is probably why she would do that, but come on. We are in HIGH SCHOOL for Pete's sake.
Oh well.
I will go work on my project now.
Or do the best that I can.
I have an idea!
I will blog all my notes!
That is a good idea!
Okay, I am going to do notes in a new entry.
Later.

well, here I am

Here I am. I am NOWHERE near done with that stupid freaking English project, but on the other hand, I worked for two hours on research. My mom and I made a deal that if I worked for two hours straight then I would be allowed to chill and watch one of the movies we got last night. So that is what I did. I watched Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey, which is probably one of the most ridiculously hilarious movies ever. I loved the first one (Bill and Ted's excellent adventure), which was most awesome, but the second one was most ridiculous. And I am not sure whether I spelled that right, but oh well. Now I have their eighties-surfer-dude-speak stuck in my head. By the way, yes, this is the one where Keanu Reeves is also completely ridiculous, but he gets to be ridiculous and amazing and hilarious at the same time. It was most awesome. So now I get to listen to my brother play the piano. He does not play normally, but then he got into this most amazing piano idea, and watched a video on the Internet, and now he is practicing. By the way, aside from the basic triad, I taught him everything he knows. This means his entire repertoire comes from me. The entire content of said repertoire is "heart and soul" and that is it. Except for the basic triads. And now he is practicing the "heart and soul" bass that I taught him. He is come along quite well. Two hours ago he could only play the triad, but now he is doing the variation that I normally do for the bass. And now he is just randomly banging on the piano, which is most random. By the way, yes, I know that I am using the word "most" as an adjective, but I do not care. It is not my fault. Bill and Ted made me do it. It is THEIR fault I am a nerd. Nah, it is really my own fault, I admit. But he is getting quite good. But now he is done. Oh well. I do not know what to do now. I am really bored. And hungry. And I have not had a shower yet. I will probably get something to eat and then take a shower. Both me and my brother are still in our pajamas. At least I am. I'm not sure about him. It is most excellent to be still in your pajamas after five. On the other hand, I have another two hours of research ahead of me if I want to watch another movie with my parents. We also rented "Penelope", which looks like a really good movie, even though I have never seen it. Hopefully they do not all speak in eighties-surfer-dude speak in "Penelope". I mean, it is hilarious and everything, seeing Keanu Reeves be THAT goofy after seeing bits of the last two "Matrix" movies, but still, it can get kind of old sometimes. Sometimes. But it is still quite awesome. If I was ever in a movie, I would want Keanu Reeves to be in it. I do not know why. I just do. Just because he just seems so different than all the other actors out there, and so it would be kind of interesting to work with him. I know it is weird, but I do not care. I like Keanu Reeves. Even though it would be kind of intimidating because he is a brilliant actor and has been in many rather awesome roles, and all I ever seem to be able to do is be an innocent bystander. I mean, if I was in a movie, and Keanu Reeves was in it, I would want to be a lead. Just because he is so versatile. And cool. And amazing. I saw this flair on Facebook that had him all serious when he was in one of the scenes in one of the "matrix" movies, and the caption was something like, "secretly, he is trying not to burst into song." Or maybe it was on celeb captions. I forget. Anyway, it was funny.