Time to Complain

Okay I love my school, I really do, but there is one thing that I absolutely hate: East Academic. It's this building nowhere near the original building. It is the building across the street from the campus. It is mostly used for seminars and I have had the misfortune of having two classes over there. Now comparitive to last year, I'm not going to complain too much when I had a class over there at 8:00a.m. when it is always the coldest and I had no more than 5 minutes to walk there from where the bus drops off.
But this year, on Tuesdays I have two hours to get there, but on Wednesdays, I have 10 minutes, because I have a class right before it. Now that it's starting to snow more and get really cold, I'm starting to hate the walk over to East Academic, as do most Brock students. So today, we were late getting out of class so cut the time in half from 10 minutes to get there, to 5! So I briskly made my way over only to find out my seminar had been cancelled! There I stared into the empty classroom and sighed in despair. I zipped up my jacket and hurried all the back to campus, to find an empty computer to blog about the annoyance of East Academic.


CHRISSY

My Spiritual Gift

So last night I was watching Chris's sermon on Spiritual Gifts (Michelle had it because she missed that day) and I realized, I don't have a clue as to what my spiritual gift is. So I took this test, and it gave me the following results. This is on a scale, the high numbers being the strongest gift, and the low numbers being the weakest gift.
Evangelism : 13
Prophecy: 1
Teaching: 8
Exhortation: 12
Pastor/Shepherd: 20
Showing Mercy: 20
Serving: 9
Giving: 6
Administration: 7

So Pastor/Shepherd and Showing Mercy are my gifts. Does this sound like me at all?
http://www.churchgrowth.org/cgi-cg/gifts.cgi?intro=1
CHRISSY

A Dancing Dilemma

Okay for those of you who don't know, I cannot dance. Many people laugh at me when I say this and usually the response is "Everybody can dance." Well if you've ever seen me dance, you will know this is not true. And I'm not just saying this to be low on myself, because I know I'm a good singer and a good writer, but dancing is definitely not one of my strong points. Which is extremely sad to me, because I have always wanted to be able to dance. I watch ballet movies or hip hop movies and begin to envision myself dancing with the stars. Problem is, I'd take everybody out. So anyway, so you get the idea of how bad a dancer I am, see the following pictures. My sister convinced me to do a dance for the last coffee house at our church with her. I stunk up the stage.
As you can see here, my sister, the dancer, is casually doing the moves, meanwhile I somehow insist on flailing my arms all over the place, which I was apparently not supposed to do. Clue #1









Here my sister and I aren't even on the same wavelength. I'm in a totally opposite direction than she is. And I look completely confused, which I was. My sister dances so naturally that she can shift her concentration to give the attitude required to dance well. Me however, I have to put all of my concentration into what I'm doing that I don't look up or smile or anything.




Luckily, I can sing, at least I have talent somewhere. I guess I can kiss my dream of ever performing on broadway goodbye. Well, maybe I can go on to be the next big singer.
Yeah right.
Maybe I'll just stick to psychology.






CHRISSY

Freud is a Pervert...

Okay so I know I already blogged once today but I felt this topic so enticing as to blog twice in one day rather than wait until tomorrow.
This man is Sigmund Freud, looks okay doesn't he? Well let me be the first to tell you (or perhaps you've already been privy to his theories and thoughts) Freud is a giant pervert. Have you ever heard his ideas? Well if you haven't, let me tell you about the disgusting ideals of the Oedipus Complex. How disgusting is it to have the idea that a 3-year-old boy begins to have sexual fantasies about his mother? And how he hates his father because he's a rival and the toddler becomes fearful of his father finding out about his sexual desires and is afraid of castration. WHAT THE HECK? Can any parent actually give evidence that a child of that age even KNOWS what a sexual fantasy is? I'm sorry but I'm firm in my belief that children are innocent and I'm pretty sure that sexual fantasies is not an inborn trait. This is similar to the Electra complex where girls have sexual fantasies toward their fathers. And how they have what's known as "penis envy", which is absolutely ridiculous. (Yes I did just type the "P" word Kari). But the humorous part about the whole thing is when my personality professor gave this lecture. She mumbled a lot, laughed nervously and kind of lowered her voice when talking about certain aspects of this topic. I guess some people feel uncomfortable about it. Me? I think it's disgusting but also humourous how people can actually believe this stuff. If you follow more on the topic of Freud, you'll find that everything has to do with sex (yes I just said sex) and if it doesn't seem like it's there, trust me, it'll come up somehow. As a last note, I must say that my friend Kristie and I left that lecture feeling repulsed and somewhat disgusted. I will conclude this blog with a quote from Kristie:

"Freud in a nutshell: Sex on the brain, lust on the mind"


CHRISSY

Harry Potter Dream

I think this is my first blog about a dream I had, so last night, I had this really trippy dream. Yes, it was about Harry Potter, so what?
Anyway, in my dream, I am an actor in the Harry Potter movies. My character is Leslie Perks, and if you know anything about the fan fiction stories I write, Leslie Perks is a main character who is best friends with Harry, Hermione and Ron. So anyway, we are filming for the Goblet of Fire and I guess in the movie (this doesn't really happen in the movie), the Durmstrang boys (from Russia) are supposed to compete in some sort of gymnastics tournament. So before shooting, the guy who plays "Viktor Krum" starts doing the rings, and he's practicing. Me, and the other three actors (the ones who play Hermione, Ron and Harry) are watching. Then filming starts and it's all completely fake, like he's only doing it on the ground, never going in the air once, and it's all going to be computer edited later to make it look like he's really doing it. So they yell "cut" and then another Durmstrang actor comes on and Viktor Krum begins to show him how to do pushups, because he has to do them in the next scene. As this is happening, Emma (the girl who plays Hermione) walks up to the Russian guy doing pushups, and he begins to flirt with her. I start to get annoyed, thinking "typical Emma" (which is funny because I don't even know her), and I go to this bathroom to take a shower, because our scenes are coming up. So I go into this room which is almost pitch black and start taking a shower. It's really bizarre because then I realize I'm forgetting something, so I come out of the room, (and now suddenly nobody is around) and I walk around. Mind you, I'm not wearing any clothes, and as I walk down the hall, two doors open and out walks Emma (Hermione) and Dan (Harry). They were both in other bathrooms taking showers, and now we are all standing in each other's presence with no clothes on! We all start screaming and run back to our rooms, mortified. The only thing I can think about is "How will this affect our relationship now?"
Weird

CHRISSY

Obsession with Book Covers

Okay so this may seem like a bit of an obsession, but whenever I write a book, I make a cover for it, even if I don't print it. Seriously, in my picture folder on my computer, I have a folder all to itself on "book covers." Why? I guess I just like to make it look like a real book, whether I can afford to have it printed or not. I have even made book covers for my short stories that I only post on www.fanfiction.net. It's just something I've always done. Now, here's my predicament. I am beginning to complete what will probably be the most important piece of work I ever do. It is a biography on the three years I spent as a cutter. It will be called "The Cutter Diaries" with an unknown release date. Writing it is very emotional and also difficult at this time, but it is gradually nearing completion. I want the cover to be really good, so I have made five different cover pages, and am trying to decide which will be the most effective and the most interesting. These are the choices:






1. This one was the first one I made. This is significant because this is the first drawing I ever did symbolizing what was going on.








2. This is the same idea as the above, except this one actually has a picture of me on it, and a different title pattern, as well as a torn border.

3. This is a picture I drew probably halfway through the three years of cutting. Along with the picture, I had written about how I feel separated from myself, as if looking into a mirror at a complete stranger.

4. If I use this one, I'll have to change it to portrait size. This is my least favourite, because I look like a doof.





You can see from the above that I do have a bit of a book cover obsession. I've done this with almost every one of my books or stories I've written. I just want your opinions on it, since this will be the most important book I ever write. I'm actually planning to try to get it published, even if I have to do it all myself.
That's my blog for today.
CHRISSY

The Truth About Punch Buggies

So I was walking with my friend Kristie to her car the other day to get our presentation bristol boards. We were walking back to the school and I spotted a lime green punch buggy, so I of course gave Kristie a small bunch and said "Punch buggy, no punch backs." She started to explain that it does not count, because it was not an older model of punch buggy, and technically, she is allowed to punch me back. She didn't, but proceeded to explain certain rules about what used to be simply known as the Punch buggy game. Apparently, color is now important. For example, because I didn't saw "Green punch buggy, no punchbacks", she had the right to punch me back. I asked if there was some sort of rule book that I had been sheltered from or something, because these rules seemed ridiculous. It used to be a simple punch whenever one saw a punch buggy of any color, of any make. Next thing I knew, Kristie was explaining about another similar take on the punch buggy punch, the "Cadalac Whack." I thought for sure at this point she was making it up, but she swears by it. Has anyone else ever heard of such strange rules? Whatever happened to making things simple? Somebody needs to write a rule book.
CHRISSY

Michelle

I just thought I'd take an opportunity to blog about someone who means so much to me, Michelle Peters. She and her husband Brad willingly adopted me into their family more than a year ago and made me their second daughter and gave me second parents and second siblings. It has been the most amazing experience I have ever had, living with a family that loves me and cares about me for who I am, not for the way they want me to be. I am accepted just the way I am.
It's amazing how after living there for more than a year, I still feel so close to them, and I realized last night after I approached Michelle and asked if I could "borrow her ear for a little while" that I can still be listened to, and cared about just as greatly as when I first moved in. I had been worried when I first moved in that this would all change six months down the line, as we would begin to get sick of each other, but just the opposite happened. Every day that passed, I feel closer and closer to this family, and I feel like I belong more and more. I tell Michelle everything, sometimes it takes me some time to come out with it, but she stands aside and is patient in knowing that I will come to her eventually. She is such a great listener and I know she's going to hate this blog because she hates compliments, but I don't care. She's just too good a person to not be blogged about.
She inspires me with her faith and her commitment to her family, and how good a mom she is. It makes me want to have kids of my own one day and watch them grow. I love watching her faith in God grow and it helps me grow.
Thanks Michelle for being so great to me and for "adopting" me as your own, when I didn't even expect or deserve it. I love you.
CHRISSY

Okay warning! If you have not seen the movie and plan to do so, you may want to skip this blog, for I have seen the movie Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and this is my blog about it!
WOW! Brilliant! 3 hours of amazing, accurate Harry Potter fun. True, there were many things that were left out of the movie that would have been really great to see. In my fantasy world, the whole book would have become the movie, but that movie would have been like sixteen hours.
My absolute favourite part of the movie was at the Yule Ball when Hermione peeks her head around the corner and looks downstairs shyly and comes down with the most adorable smile on her face, and the most beautiful dress and Harry is shocked to see that Hermione is actually a girl. Ron denies it's even her. The actors and actresses are doing much better jobs of acting now, as Hermione had a lot more tears. She showed amazing emotion when Mad-Eye Moody used the Killing Curse on a spider right in front of her, when she yelled at Ron for making her feel like a last resort (being invited to the Yule Ball out of desperation) and also when Ron and Harry were fighting. She's beginning to show the struggles that 14-year-old girls go through.
Ron and Harry are showing this as well. The whole awkwardness with girls was so funny to watch, as they tried so hard to ask girls to the Yule Ball. Harry did a great job acting in this film, especially at the end when he returned with Cedric's body and he cried and cried, gripping onto the body.
VOLDEMORT WAS TERRIFYING! Seriously, they did such a great job with his return to his body. It was frightening. The special effects were amazing, with the dragon, and the end scene when Voldemort and Harry's wand interconnect and the forms of the last killed people appear, including Harry's parents.
Some things that they changed: Well, Padma and Parvati aren't even in the same house, but in the movie, they were both Gryffindors. In the book, Parvati is Gryffindor and Padma is Ravenclaw. I also found the movie seemed to go through scenes quite quickly, but I guess they would have to because it was a long book but only a three-hour movie.
The part that irritated me the most was Dumbledore. In the book, he's always seen as a kind man, who is accepting and forgiving, but in the movie, he was portrayed as old and grumpy. When he found out Harry's name was in the Goblet of Fire, he practically attacked poor Harry, grabbing him and shaking him. THAT IS NOT IN DUMBLEDORE'S CHARACTER! I miss the old Dumbledore from movies 1 and 2. He would have done a better job. This Dumbledore scares me; completely out of character.
You can definitely see the romance budding in Ron and Hermione, as Ron is obviously jealous with Hermione's fancy with Viktor Krum.
Can't wait for movie #5, which I have no clue when that will come out. But hopefully soon. Don't get mad if you read this and now you're angry because you haven't seen the movie; I did give you ample warning at the beginning of my blog.
Ta
CHRISSY

The Psychoticism of my Sister's Creativity

I had the opportunity this weekend to have a bit of a slumber party with my little sister Amy. As we watched a movie, and talked until practically 2 in the morning (which to my amazement, is early for her), we laughed a lot as we remembered the last sleepover we had where we played the game Scattergories and I swear, Amy was extremely giddy that evening. Under the category "bird" and the letter "J", I had cleverly come up with "Jbird" which I later found out from the Peters is not sufficient enough for points, but as if Amy's was any better. She had come up with "J-Cardinal." Pronounced just as it looks, no need for phonetics here. But that's not the end. I cannot remember the category that came up, but she had placed the word "Lemgraf" as an answer, laughing until she nearly wet herself. Watching her laugh over a created word that made no sense obviously was having me in hysterics as well. She is one of the most creative people I will ever meet, as I remember my childhood and made up words such as "hyuk" or "batosh-bush" or "sarcalargalarg." (None of which have any significant meaning.) These words remain fresh in my memory because it is a direct link to our childhood and also to a sister who inspires me to stretch my imagination every day.
Oh, and yes, "lemgraf" does have a definition, but as if I'm going to say what it is. There are some secret languages that must stay between siblings.
Ta
CHRISSY

Leslie Perks and the Dungeon of Dreknon

I am very excited this morning because I have finally finished my fan fiction (story based on a show or movie) called Leslie Perks and the Dungeon of Dreknon. It is about an 11-year-old girl who meets up with Harry Potter and the others and becomes good friends with them and goes to Hogwarts. I created Leslie not too long ago and decided I was going to follow along with J.K. Rowling's pattern and have 7 short stories based on Leslie's experiences at Hogwarts. Harry Potter is a side character, which was interesting to do. So I was quite happy when I finished the story, which is like 50 pages long. (So it's really short). It is posted on http://www.fanfiction.net and also the whole story is on my website, http://www.angelfire.com/me5/readinggirl/home.html, if you go through "books I've written", it is under "fan fiction." The most exciting part about finishing the story was making the cover for the book. I wanted to follow the same basic format as J.K. Rowling did for her amazing novels, so here it is: the first seen photograph of the short story "Leslie Perks and the Dungeon of Dreknon." (I know, I'm a geek).


















CHRISSY

Age and Romanticism

Okay so I don't know if any of you participated in my little study but if you didn't, here is the skinny:
I decided I was bored and wanted to practice statistics OUTSIDE of school. (I know, I'm pathetic). So I conducted my own study. My hypothesis was the older females get, the less romantic they become. My theory on this was behind the fact that as we get older, we tend to become slightly bitter to the opposite sex. (I know I do, anyway). So I decided to test this out. So I sent romance questionnaires to 13 subjects (n=13) and the mean age was 22, with a range from 16-37 years of age. The scores on the romance scale were calculated in percentages, and the mean score for the sample was 50.62%. (Low huh? What's wrong with everyone?) Anyway, so I calculated Pearson r, which calculates correlation. If you guys don't know what correlation is, it's a score that lets us know how closely two variables are related. This does not mean that one causes the other. So I was looking for a relationship between romanticism and age. I wanted to see a straight line on a graph to prove that the older you get, the lower your romance score. Well that's not quite what I found. See, to have a good correlation, you have to have a score close to 1.00, well, Pearson r ended up being equal to 0.12, which in statistical terms, pretty much means you've got nothing. There is practically no relationship between age and romanticism. You can kind of see this for yourself in the graph.

You'll notice it's seriously ALL OVER the place! I failed, meh, I guess I should have seen it coming. This sample is completely biased! I mean, the majority were Christian, some were married, some had boyfriends, I guess in order to do better, I'd have to do something like "in single women" or something. Maybe the score would become higher.






Hey, but as a great side note, at least the graph is cute! (it's pink!)

CHRISSY

My Reactions To Fevers

Okay this is a really random blog, it just came into my head. I realized that when I get sick, I get really weird. I noticed it today (not like I've never noticed it before) when I was extremeley hot, which was hard not to be, considering I aptly chose to wear long sleeves with a sweater today, considering that all I've been doing is shivering lately from being sick. So I get to school and suddenly, I'm practically sweating bullets! Weird! So my friends told me maybe I would feel better if I ate something so we had lunch. (Side note: It was a classic veggie lite sub with no cheese...mmm). When we went to my class, I was suddenly freezing, and have been ever since! Honestly, being sick is the most random thing, I can't even believe it! Ugh.
Some friends of mine can tell you that I do get weird when I'm under a fever. (Though I'm not sure if I have a fever yet, I have to check when I get home). Brooke, Kim and Tiffany will all tell you that I hallicinate under the authority of a fever. I'm serious. Both camps I went to, I ended up with a fever. First at co-ed 2 when I swear I saw Brooke get out of bed. I proceeded to get out of bed myself and try to find her all around the camp, until I finally went back to bed to see her sleeping soundly in her own bed. When I comfronted her the next morning about getting out of bed, she swears she didn't! Yes, needless to say, there were a lot of people worried about me. (Kim.) At Connect in September, the same thing happened. I hallucinated a whole conversation with Tiffany that never happened. (I asked her).
So I'm thinking I'm losing my mind, or at least under the influence of feverish properties. I can't help it, I guess, but it's scary to think about. A simple little fever distorts everything.
Like I said, random blog
CHRISSY

The Greatest Job!

I wanted to blog about how great my job is, and especially the people I work with. I've always known this, but their generosity was proven even more on Saturday when I was walking to work and dirt flew into my eye thanks to a stupid transport truck (figures it had to be a transport truck). I was half blind as I walked the rest of the way to work. I spent the first half hour at work trying to flush my eye out with water, which didn't help. Eventually, I could at least get it open, but not get anything out. I stretched my eye more than eyes should be just to see if I could see anything. Nothing. So my supervisor Marlene went to the $ store to see if they had saline solution; they didn't! Just my luck. She called my boss, Joe and asked him to pick some up on the way in. He did, and we flushed my eye 3 times, and it only made it worse. It was awful! So finally, at 11:00a.m. (I started at 9:30a.m.), Joe (my boss) took me the walk-in clinic. Here's just a little insight into how great my boss is. I wondered how I was going to get back, and I didn't have to worry at all; he stayed with me! How many bosses will sit with you in a walk-in clinic and wait for over an hour? Not many. Anyway, my eye ended up being fine, except I was decieved when the doctor put drops in my eye and the pain was gone and I thought I was all better, and he informed me it was only anesthetic. Grrrr. Oh well, when it wore off, I was fine too. The culprit that invaded my eye ended up being the smallest spec of dust, hardly visible to the human eye. Needless to say, I was thrilled to be better and get back to work. On another note, my other boss Lis is still paying me for the morning, even though I didn't work. They were all so caring. Even my co-workers Ashley and Marisa who gave me departing words such as "We love you Chrissy" and "You're the glue that binds us together, come back quick." As I went to the clinic. I love my job, I wouldn't trade it for anything!
And yay, my eye is better
But now my fear of transport trucks has just become irrational and on its way to a full-blown phobia.
CHRISSY

The Painted Sky

Have you ever just stopped in your tracks to look up at the sky? I did on Tuesday and as I felt the cool breeze against my skin, I couldn't help but smile and feel like laughing. God is incredible. We often wonder why God is so silent and we often think Where is He as we walk through life. I came to the conclusion the other day that you can experience God's amazing love just by looking at the sky. I stood on the roof of my school (yes I'm allowed to be up there) and just looked up at the sky. It was painted so beautifully, almost like God dipped his fingers in white paint and just dabbed all along his blue paper. The sky seriously looked like fingerpainting, and the sky was just the prettiest shade of blue. I couldn't help but thank God for the sky.
Everyday you can look at the sky and see a new creation, a new painting God created, a new beginning. And it makes me think about how much work He puts into it, just to make each new sky unique. It makes me think about how he makes each of us unique. Even sets of twins, who may look identical, God still took the time to arrange their fingerprints differently, to give them their own uniqueness. When I think about how creative the sky is, I think about God's creativity when creating us. God is the ultimate Painter, the ultimate Novelist, or Poet. He spoke life into being, and it's just so incredible to hear His whisper through the breeze that blows by me, as I stare up at the created sky and the painted clouds.
Anyway, something to think about
CHRISSY

A Big Day

For me, today is a milestone in my journey. For those of you who know, on December 8, 2004, I officially gave up self-injury. Only with the help of God and nothing else. Only when I was able to hand it over fully to Him was I able to overcome the addiction. Well, today (November 8) is my 11-month anniversary! I know it seems like a strange number, but that's one month away from a year! I plan on celebrating hard when I reach a year, because this has been the hardest road I have ever trod. But I'm here today with a smile on my face, blogging about the joy I feel because God is amazing! Thanks everybody who have prayed for me and helped me come to this point in life.
I don't know how many of you know about the poem I recently got published in an anthology entitled "The Best Poets of 2005." With a publication date of Summer 2006. The poem I wrote is about the battle and the overcoming of my addiction with cutting, and I thought I would include it for you:

Forever Gone

By Chrissy M. Dennis

The sins of my past cling tight to me
Memories of scars forever near
Always taunting, haunting me
Will I live forever in darkness and fear?

Visions of razors, sharp objects and blood
Swimming around in my head
Hard to let go of that way of life
To forget all the tears that I’ve shed

Only until I gave it to God
Could I truly and wholly be free
So there I stood on the shore of a beach
Threw my last razor blade into the sea

Almost a year since I cut my last cut
The scars slowly continue to fade
It was only because I trusted in God
That I could finally let go of the blade

Forgiven by God for the sins of my past
Pulled out from the pits of despair
I know I can get through anything

Because my Father is always there

Until next time:

CHRISSY

Eternal Sunshine Of the Spotless Mind

Woah! I just saw the above mentioned movie last night and let me tell you, it was one of the most weird, but beautiful movies I have ever seen. It was one of those ones where you feel confused, but it was just so lovely and the filmmaking was amazing! I couldn't believe how much work had been put into this film. The movie is based on a procedure that erases the memories of a certain individual from your mind, so you can move on with your life. The story is based around Joel, played by Jim Carrey, who did an outstanding job. He stepped out of his usual eccentric role and did a beautiful job as a man who doesn't know what to do with his life. Joel falls in love with Clementine (played by Kate Winslet), and their characters clash. They are in love, but they are so different. Clementine eventually erases Joel's memory from her mind and when he finds out, he decided to fight back and have his own memories of Clementine erased. That's when the movie gets interesting, because we are sucked into the world of Joel's mind, following him around his subconscious. Most of the movie is set inside his head, as he decides against the procedure but is stuck inside his mind, unable to escape and call it off. He is forced to live through the memories once more. The ending is extremely dramatic and well-done and thought-provoking. A must-see for romantic buffs, but also for people who just enjoy beautiful films. It was one of those movies for me that I call "Oh-my-goodness-that-movie-was-so-thought-provoking-I-have-to-write-in-my-journal-now" movies. Go see it.

Bye for now

CHRISSY

The Irony of Statistics

Ironic, I find it, how I was more worried about statistics than any other course I'd be taking. In high school, math was my weakest area. I dreaded it with a passion and had very difficult times understanding the concepts. So the manditory statistics course was a nightmare to imagine.
The irony of it all is that it is, up to date, my best course. My highest mark. I recieved my first test mark back yesterday. The mean (average) was 60% and I walked out of there with an 83.5%!!! HOW??????? No idea! I really am proud though, I mean who would have seen me understanding and ENJOYING mathematical formulas, such as:









I am in the middle of a heart attack as I type this blog! Am I the same person I was in high school? How weird is it that in high school, it was like reading another language, and yet now, it is my favourite class!? I love doing the formulas, and it is the most anticipated homework I recieve. (Not to say I anticipate homework...)
Ta for now
CHRISSY

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

16 days! I am counting down the days until the most recent movie of the Harry Potter series finally comes to the big screen! Anybody who follows Harry Potter, books or movies is greatly antipating this next film. I have already seen countless images on Mugglenet as well as theatrical trailers and teasers. I plan on reading the fourth book once again in great antipation. I am looking forward to the growth of character development and potential romances (or mini-romances) as well as the rise of lord Voldemort. (I'm not looking forward to it in the sense of yay the bad guy is coming! But the special effects are going to be phenominal. If you've read the book, you'll understand what I mean).
Harry Potter is my all-time favourite book and movie, and I have even been writing a fan fiction based on a character I have created who befriends Harry and his friends. (Fan fiction, if you don't know, is stories written based on movies, tv or books).
I am still counting down the days and excited; so excited that my friend Lindsay and I are actually getting into costume and seeing the movie on opening day. Yes, I have finally become a full-fledged geek.
TTFN

CHRISSY