I'm talking about this awesome place in Disney's MGM studios park. It's a sci-fi themed restaurant which has these seats shaped like old convertible cars (with tables, of course) and you sit in the car thing, and while you're there they show all these B-movie clips from the 1950's... Oh man I had such a laugh... My dad actually used to go to B-movies with his friends and joke about how bad the movie was, it turns out, and we had some laughs. Man that was fun.

I'm watching the Fatboy Slim music video for 'Weapon of choice' and it's HILARIOUS. Christopher Walken's flying and dancing and jumping around an empty hotel lobby to the music, and it's so funny...

I have a question: If practice makes perfect, and nothing's perfect, does that mean practicing something a certain number of times will kill you?

Today and yesterday were just practically awful for me. Teachers who didn't give a moment to try and understand, classmates who were nasty and stupid, other people who seem to be determined to make me snap and go insane... I don't care what anybody says, school's out to get me. Just ask the little voices, they agree.