Our eyes met and the rain began... Guess that's an omen.

Mr. Kay was absent from his freshman drama class today. And instead of making it a free period for them I decided to make a productive and fun day. I actually taught the class and they actually listened. They finished their scenes and played an improv game or did work they had to do. It was unexpected of me to walk in there today and actually have to "play" the role of a teacher. But it was fun and it was productive and they didn't walk all over me. I feel accomplished. 


Thanks Mean Green for being so awesome!

Unless someone got into a car accident within the next hour, her son was going to die. 

Flyers-Penguins... Wells Fargo Center, not the smartest of ideas to do...

I arrived at my home early Sunday morning after sleeping over at a friend's house. To my dismay, my kitten, Raphael, was nowhere to be found. Usually I would walk in to him bounding about the living room, biting and scratching anything and everything he could get his paws on. But not that day.

I began to panic. Had he silently slipped out after my mother when she had left the house earlier that day? Was he locked in a room or closet somewhere in the house? Had he died?

For about an hour, my mom and I scoured our neighborhood with cat food calling for him, looking under cars and the like. But he was nowhere to be found.

When we returned home, I went into my kitchen to check if he had been trapped in the refrigerator (that is my nightmare). As I opened the door to the fridge, I heard a slight sound.

"Raphael?"

The sound grew louder. I followed it through the back door in my kitchen into our very small concrete backyard.

Alas, Raphael was in my neighbors connected yard, huddled in a corner, mewing pathetically. I hopped over a low wall and ran to him.

"Raphael! How the hell did you get here?"

I grabbed him and put him inside. His tall tail bristled and he trotted into the house and began playing with his toys, please with himself for being found by so cleverly mewing. I assumed that he had gotten out after my mom and resolved simply to operate more carefully when opening and closing my front door.

Alas, it was a Saturday, and I left the house again for the day, very carefully, mind you, for I did not want him to escape again. Several hours passed. By the time I got home, it was mid-afternoon. Again, Raphael was nowhere to be found. But this time, I knew where to look.

I opened my back door and, alas, there he was, huddled in my alleyway against a snow shovel.

"How are you doing this?" I asked him.

"I can't answer you, I am a cat," he replied.

At this point, I was sure that he had some means of escape other than my house's doors. I searched through the house for the culprit opening.

Long story short, there was a hole in my basement. I put a wooden board over it and left it at that.

They are horrific and I hate them.

Hanging with Brett and Graham.
Wrestling with my dog.
Going to Ritas.
Eating amazing food.
Going to a Phillies game.
= An awesome day.

Quotes are good in many ways.  They can make you laugh or cry.  Make you mad or confused.  There always seems to be a really good quote in a movie or book or on tv.  Because of this I suspected that my quote for the benchmark would be online.  I looked around the internet for about a hour and could only find one quote from the movie I was looking at. (THE MOVIE HAS BEEN OUT FOR AROUND 2 MONTHS, SHOULDN'T THERE BE SOMETHING!)  Now I have to bring the dvd in from home, buy a video recorder and record the scenes I wanted so I can finish my outline.  :/ I believe the world hates me.  

In the past week there have been some "technical" difficulties on twitter.  I have been unable to work on my english benchmark due to this, and I have been forgetting about my daily post.  :(...Sorry.  But a angel shined down on me and gave me a new application that connects to Twitter.  So take that! ...I hope I can get back on track this benchmark effects my final grade. :0

Yesterday while I was on twitter, I noticed that Wes Craven (the director of Scream, and other movies, but most importantly Scream) was hosting a contest on twitter and the winner would receive two tickets to see the Premiere of Scream 4 in LA. The goal of contest was to answer one question about the Scream Series, and answer the question as #wescraven and #scream. I constantly refreshed my page until Wes Craven posted the question. After at least 6 minutes, he tweeted the question. "What was Maureen Prescott's stage name in Scream 3?". I knew this answer and as I attempted to answer the question on my phone, for some reason my Twitter application continued to force quit. Then, I went on my computer to post the answer. After I mentioned Wes Craven in the tweet with my answer, I assumed that I was the only person/ first person to answer the question. Out of curiosity I clicked the mentioned tab on Wes Cravens profile to see who answered the question, too. To my amazement at least 40 people answered before me ! Only two minutes had passed since the question was asked on twitter and so many people had answered within the first seconds. Even though many people answered the question before I could, I'm giving them all the benefit of the doubt that they cheated and googled the answer, they're not true fans.