About Me, and also Ryan Reynolds.

Hello, world.  I’m Amanda, and this is my super-exciting awesome blog.  Welcome!

So, I’ve started this blog because I love to write and tell stories, and making people laugh is one of the best things ever.  I genuinely welcome your delighted comments, and will grudgingly accept constructive criticism.  I plan to try and add a new entry every Monday, but no promises, since I’m just starting out and settling in. 

What can you expect here, you may ask?  Stories of my ridiculous, everyday life, which for some reason, tends to involve gratuitous violence, comic book references, shameless blends of reality and daydreams, and also the occasional bit of advice from my wise but most likely insane father.  Enjoy!

Well, let’s get right down to it, shall we?

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My roommate, Sarah, loves to watch movies.  She loves it.  She loves it so much, in fact, that if you asked her to name her favorite movie, she would most likely laugh, and then kick you in the heart.  Yes, the heart.  Sarah will not suffer those who speak before being spoken to.

If you had waited for her to give you permission to speak, however, she would have answered your question by genre.  As in, her favorite horror movie, favorite comedy, favorite thriller, etc, etc.  And all without kicking you, even once.  Do you see how good things can be when you show her proper respect?

I, on the other hand, am not a movie person.  Sure, I go see all of the comic book adaptations (and then complain endlessly about them), and I’ll even watch something if it happens to be on and I’m in a lazy mood but, really, I don’t usually like sitting through movies.  I feel like I’m wasting a couple hours of my life on something totally unnecessary. 

And I prefer my life-wasting to be completely not unnecessary.

 

So, this past weekend, I decided to do something nice.  I thought Hey, maybe if I bring in a movie to watch with Sarah this week, she’ll stop crying about how I never watch movies with her.  Also, the kicks to the heart may stop.  I hate that.  So, I brought a copy of The Amityville Horror back to campus with me for us to watch.  The sexy version.  And I learned a couple of things about myself.

1.                          From now on, I will stick to trying to scare Sarah by reading chapters out of my ghost books to her.  That seems to work best.

2.                          It is nearly impossible to be frightened by a movie when your suitemate is playing the opening to “Smoke on the Water” in the room next to you.

3.                          That the same suitemate, Rebecca, was surely crazy when she called the movie bad: no movie containing a shirtless Ryan Reynolds could ever be a bad thing, and also;

4.                          There is literally no point at which I would not have still hooked up with him.  Seriously.  In the middle of him trying to murder his family, I’m still going yeah, mama likes.  He’s just a beautiful man, even with that crazy beard.

Huh, that’s about it.  I thought that list would lead me somewhere.  Oh well, sorry about that.  Guess I’ll have to just…

quickly change the topic!

I jokingly mentioned scaring Sarah with a ghost book.  That happened.  I was reading her a bedtime story (yes) out of a book of allegedly true ghost stories, and then talk turned to other creepy stories that we knew, and soon we were so creeped out that we couldn’t go to bed, and I actually had to have Becca come into the room and check under my bed for…

...anything. 

Just anything at all.  Was that embarrassing?  Yes.  But, I earned a valuable piece of information about what scares Sarah.  It’s dolls.  The creepy looking ones, which is all of them.  And that means that she is going to find a bed full of creepy dolls one of these nights.  And that will be the night that I disappear, never to be seen again.

Hopefully, I’ll have a chance to post another entry before then.