And Now, For My Next Trick, Three Blog Postings In One!

Don't take your eyes off the screen, commentors, ladies, and gentlemen, and the odd person out there who may be neither or both, as Kat will now attempt to condense three, count them, three, brilliant blogs into one mere post, regarding, among other things:

The remarkable ratio of Garnier School people to humans at Jerry's Deli, how bad David looks in red, Nightmare Before Christmas, top hats, handmade Italian masks, capes and how (not) to get around in them, and of course, elephants and emails.

Ben: Kat?

Kat: Yeah?

Ben: Don't you think you should tell them about the context of the last blog? They're probably terribly confused.

Kat: Oh, yes. . .Thanks.

Ben: Anytime.

Er, so, yes, the context of the last blog was essentially Ben and I sitting on a couch in my house, with my two younger sisters harrasing us in surprisingly Davidish ways. I am a bundle of nerves because, since the world makes sense this way, I am hopeless in dealing with my siblings, and Ben isn't. Which just is not justice. That was a very strange sounding sentence. Because I, after all, am good at that sort of thing. The point is that one of them got out a video camera, and started to record everything Ben and I were doing. This was very discomforting. (And now I'm inventing words again.) That's basically the whole point.

At the point when Ella says "Hey!" Ben has taken the camera and put the lens cap on. Then, when I say, "Darn it," Ella has gotten the lens cap off. When Ben says, "Here you are," he's handing me a book to block the camera with. Then Ella steals it, and that's our show for today.

Next subject! Thursday!

Kat, the esteemable Kat, has gotten the hang of Thursdays! Haha! Take that, Douglas Adams. Not that, of course, I harbor ill will towards dear old Mr. Adams, but nevertheless. . .

Thursday was marked by Kat not being able to think properly all school day because she was thinking about Nightmare Before Christmas, and one other interesting subject to do with Nightmare Before Christmas. She was planning to go see this brillant (yes, that was on purpose) movie at the El Capitan theatre, with Ben, that night, and was therefore talking in third person. She stopped, because she knew it creeped people out.

Hm. I really am dreadfully lazy, and therefore shall give you only lyrics from Nightmare Before Christmas to describe the movie, and what went with it. . . Or else, well. . .I'll be working too hard, and I will end up awkwardly dancing around things. This way I can just be vague. Yay.

There are children throwing snowballs here
Instead of throwing heads
They're busy building toys
And absolutely no one's dead!

There's frost on every window
Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the warnth
That's coming from inside. . .

My dearest friend, if you don't mind
I'd like to join you by your side
Where we can gaze into the stars
And sit together, now and forever
For it is plain as anyone can see
We're simply meant to be. . .

Yay, Danny Elfman, Tim Burton, stop motion, and cherryade! An excellent combination.

Also, two shorts were shown. (Good tongue twister. . .hm.) Best described by the conversations following the shorts, methinks. . .

Frankenweenie

"Only Tim Burton. Only Tim Burton."

- Ben and Kat, at various points.

Vincent

"Is Tim Burton following us around with a camera or something?"

- Ben or Kat. Honest, neither of us is quite sure which.

So that, ladies and gentlemen, is Thursday.

Erika: Kat?

Kat: Yeah.

Erika: You forgot Jerry's Deli.

Kat: Oh! Thanks!

I now offer you what happened when Ben and I walked into Jerry's Deli.

Nils And A Pack Of Garnier School People: BEN! HI!

Kat: . . .Wow. . .

Ben: . . .Hi. . .Wow. . .

One Person (Nils, I think.): Hi Kathlyn!

Kat: (Feels significant and vaguely amused by all this.)

Ben: . . .

Yeah, and yeah. . .

Upon getting home from all this.

Well.

Um.

Well.

Um.

Yeah.

Um.

Well.

. . .

Absolutely, acutely, amply, astonishingly, awfully, certainly, considerably, dearly, decidedly, deeply, eminently, emphatically, exaggeratedly, exceedingly, excessively, extensively, extraordinarily, extremely, greatly, highly, incredibly, indispensably, largely, notably, noticeably, particularly, positively, powerfully, pressingly, prodigiously, profoundly, really, remarkably, substantially, superlatively, surpassingly, surprisingly, terribly, truly, uncommonly, unusually, vastly, wonderfully lovely weather.

Hm.

As to Friday, I got into a big fight with my parents, which was why I wasn't at Max's party. Several of my good shirts must be salt flavored now due to unnecessary tears shed. But the point is that I missed it, and I am sad. Yes, indeed. So now for essentially the whole of Friday that's what I do. I mope. Yes. I'm quite good at moping. I mope, and I draw. I draw Sally, and Jack, and Sally, and Jack, and Taye Diggs, at one point. I am bored. I try to convince myself to pick up the phone. I do not succeed. I am bored.

And Saturday? Well now. Saturday was the esteemable day of Katie's wonderful Halloween party. So there I am, dressed as the Phantom of the Opera, standing at the gate with Ben, who's wearing essentially the same costume but a different mask, and trying to think to myself, "Who's going to be there?"

After a confusion that was extreme and that had to do with stairs and Ben and I and Micheala leaving me alone, we ended up on the couch in the living room. We did not move from that couch for an extremely long time, but I'm not complaining. During this time, people talked, commentors commented, singers sang, Mickeys freaked out, Kat was Kat, Ben was Ben, Max was, of course, Max, and Gabe was awkward.

Kat: (Sits on couch.)

Ben: (Also sitting on aforementioned couch.)

Gabe: (Walks in. Goes pale. Walks out.)

Fun.

It was probably around this point that I slapped David.

David: You. . .you. . .you BITCH! You slapped me!

Kat: (Has uncontrollable urge to say, "Why don't you go outside and jerk yourself a soda?" Don't ask her why. But they are outside, and there is no soda.)

Ben and David: (Duel with lightsabers.)

Kat: (Tries to pretend that this is normal behavior.)

Well, nothing more to say here, really, aside from the fact that cherryade has a lot to do with shoulders and hands, more than you'd think, really.

Er.

Yes.

Er.

Quote of the Day

"Don't look at me like that!"

"Like what?"

"Like you're going to eat me!"

- Kat and Max

Oh yes. Fear our brillance.

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.