True S***

I saw the new movie 'True Grit' yesterday, and man, it stank. It was actually okay until the last five minutes, which pretty much ruined the whole thing. It was one of those epilogue-y endings where we find out the main character lost an arm and another main character died. Not very uplifting. So, if you want, walk out when the main character falls into a rattlesnake pit. It all goes downhill from there. Here's a pic of True S***:

By the way, I'm totally dead. In science on Tuesday, we have a 90-minute period to write a thesis about a book we just read. It's called Raptor Red. Here's a pic of the cover:

We're supposed to come up with a statement and explain why we think that. Well, hell, I can't think of anything. It's not good. Then we also have an assignment due in history where we write a fictional story about an American hero from the past. Everyone did someone obvious like Lincoln or MLK, but I did Bob Woodward, the guy who busted Nixon. In MY story, Bob will be pursued by Nixon's goons in a car chase. Will he survive and publish the world-changing article... or won't he?

Anyway, our history teacher likes assigning things at the last minute. It annoys me. He says it's not TECHNICALLY weekend homework because it's due on a Tuesday, but it's impossible to complete without working on the weekend. I'll show him, though. I'll do a rushed, crappy job at the last second and get a terrible grade! That'll show HIM!

Bye!