Monday, February 27, 2012
I did not watch the Oscars. I never have watched the Oscars, save for maybe a few minutes. I never will watch the Oscars for a long time... probably. If you forced me to watch the Oscars, I would probably start being very querulous until you finally retracted your demand for me to watch it. I would much rather be doing something else other than watching the Oscars. I implore you to not make any rash decisions when forcing me to watch the Oscars because you'd have to deal with a very whiny me. Weigh your options before you make me watch the Oscars! It's not worth it! Have I said "the Oscars" enough yet? In conclusion, the Oscars.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
My favorite story was the one about the fat babysitter who farted in his face. I found it amusing that little Stevie would find amusement in that and that the babysitter would get Stevie to like her even though she was abusive. I liked this best because it was different than stories I've read before. A kid imagining himself as something different is pretty common. Death is a cliche topic as well. The messed up babysitter story was quirky and entertaining.
Monday, February 6, 2012
I liked the half time show. That is also the only part I watched besides some commercials, since I was reading in the room that everyone else was in. My mom goaded me into staying in the same room as everyone else by nagging and demanding I stay in the family room. My dad was apparently very fastidious when inspecting Madonna, since he commented on every little slip up she made. That guy on the bouncing wire was awesome! Those acrobats were cool too.