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nazi camps, giant rabbits, and false zombies

I have been married for two months now. It seems like this is how it was always supposed to be. Life before I was married to Joel seems like it was just a dream and I just woke up in bed next to him and have been for eternity. I am an “Old Married Woman”, indeed.
I have run into a few people from high school lately and I have realized that it has been five years since I left that Nazi Internment camp they called Long Beach High. Okay, Nazi Internment camp may be a hyperbole, but it did suck. I was oppressed and they knew it. I have had more trouble with academic institutions, college included, than I have had with my pancreas, and that is saying something.
Just so the show will be good, anyone who has any talent what-so-ever in the music/vocal/acting area please go and audition for Grease. Audition information can be found at the KNS Theatre website or David Delk’s website (An “ego in progress”), whichever you fancy most. I do remember your name, David; I speak of your wonderfulness often. Perhaps I will immortalize you as a character in a story one day.
I was looking around on the Internet, like you do, and found some interesting things. One: there is a rabbit that is almost as big as my cat. Check this article out: These people raise rabbits for show and they have a 15 lbs rabbit. 15 Pounds!!!! That is a large rabbit. And they have sharp, pointy, teeth. King Arthur’s nightmare.
I also saw an article about the new Batman movie (crap) that is being made (crap) I hope it isn’t crap (it will be). If they only made Batman like they should. I don’t believe that Catwoman movie shit. Catwoman looks nothing like Halle Berry. Catwoman is a gorgeous, large busted white woman with jet-black hair and (depending on the comic I suppose) she wears a black/blue/purple formfitting suit. I have seen various artist renderings of her and the color of the suit varies, but her being poured into it does not.
Joel and I went to Circuit City last night and added a few movies to our collection. We purchased: Castle in the Sky, Running Man, Kill Bill Vol. 1, Aliens (or Alien 2: Electric Boogaloo), In Living Color: Season One, Dave Chappelle: Killing Them Softly, and 28 Days Later. I think that’s it, I may have forgotten one or two, though. Pertaining to 28 Days Later, something never really sat right with me, other than the obvious creepiness of it. I realized it last night while Joel and I were watching it that it is categorized as a “zombie” movie and it isn’t. There are no zombies in that movie. Those people weren’t dead only to raise again craving brains and/or human flesh. They were infected with a virus of some sort and became “zombie-like” but were still alive. When they were shot, got their head bashed in, run over, or didn’t have anything to eat in a while; they died, just like regular humans did. In the movie that didn’t show all that many of the “infected” to begin with. When they showed a close up it was just for a flash and usually it was dark (old X-Files trick if you ask me, they had no budget so they showed aliens in the dark). The wide shots they were moving quite fast so everything was a blur. Granted the fast moving danger did add tension to the movie, but you didn’t really get to see what was going on. The movie had more of a Silent Hill feel too it (music, camera, and dialogue wise) than a “zombie movie”. So, 28 Days Later, a zombie movie you are not; more like a scarier version of Outbreak.
May 11th sees a couple of things of excitement for me: 1. I go and take my final for this semester. Yes, final as in singular. I only have one “test” I have to take and it is in my dreaded economics class. All my other classes I had to write papers for and that is already done. The semester is over. Summer time is here. And second is Dave Chappell in New Orleans. I am so looking forward to that. Joel, Robbie and myself going to see the funniest comedian in the world, underneath Eddie Izzard, of course, but you really can't put Dave Chappelle and Eddie Izzard in the same category, can you?