In Response to a Disgruntled Monkey

As most of you may already know, I have a monkey working for me doing blog posts in the effort to try and impress me. Recently, he has not liked this position. I fear. I really think that he doesn’t realize how grateful I am to even give him this position of high prestige. Then again, how do you expect a stupid monkey to realize something like that anyway. He is just supposed to dance and type. What happened is he decided to direct some colorful language toward me and basically be very rude all around. To say the least, I was absolutely appalled at this monkey’s actions. I give him such wonderful opportunities, and he chooses to take all the credit while insulting me in the process. Thus, I am writing this post to explain to this monkey where his place is in the world and the importance of him staying in that place.

No, I am just pulling your leg here people. This is actually a very light hearted post, and any talking about monkeys will not be used to insult anyone. If the word will be used at all, it will most likely be used to describe a real monkey. That; however, is highly unlikely considering that I have no reason what so ever to talk about a real monkey. Therefore, you can safely assume that monkeys will not be talked about in this post; other than this paragraph which is coincidentally dedicated to me talking about monkeys. Now that I feel the urge to talk about monkeys is out of my system, we can move on to a more important topic.

I bet you are all wondering what the more important topic is, huh? To relieve the suspense, I suppose, I will tell you. My senior year, while it will be easy, may not be very much fun. I have three really good friends in my life who I can talk about anything with and who have similar interests with me, more or less. Well, these people are Cody (best friend/monkey), Jamaal (cousin), and Ashley (girlfriend). Cody has graduated and Jamaal is much too old to go to high school. So, if you are slow and couldn’t figure this out, my problem is that I have no one to talk to about topics that I would be interested in talking about. Now, I know what your next question is. Why don’t you just talk to your girlfriend? My God, you certainly are a critical thinker. That really is a grand and intelligently thought up question. The answer; however, does not help my situation at all. I barely see Ashley during my school day. She is two grades below me, so we have zero classes together. Not only that, but our lockers are so far away from each other that we hardly get to see each other during passing periods. This, my kind readers, sucks. Without any of my three good friends I find myself with nothing to talk to anyone about. They are the only people who really understand my personality. I am a very weird and strange person with weird and strange hobbies, in comparison with your average teenage boy. With no ability to carry on an interesting conversation, my school days have become extremely boring. That, readers, is my predicament. Since there is no solution to this problem, I will sum this paragraph up with hope for a future with more interesting conversations.

I know that many of you readers out there were rolling your eyes through the entirety of the last paragraph. Which, I am sure, made the paragraph much harder to read. I don’t feel at all sorry for you though. You shouldn’t do such rude gestures as rolling your eyes. I feel that I had a legitimate reason to complain, so I did just that. I know you people grow tired of hearing about how much I love Ashley and that I enjoy spending large amounts of time with her. You may also feel that my complaint was pointless and of little importance. To both of these thoughts I say that I don’t care about them. This is my blog. That gives me the right to talk about whatever topic that I deem important. Your opinions don’t really have any effect on what I type. However, do not read this paragraph in the wrong meaning. I am not shying away any opinions that my readers may want to share. By all means share your feelings on how stupid you think my lovey dovey posts are or how much they make you sick. That is your right, and I promote expression of personal opinion. My point is that there is a designated location for your opinions; just as there is a designated location for mine. Mine is the blog itself. Yours is the comment page. I will type about my lovey dovey feelings on the blog. Then you can type all your contradicting, insulting, or maybe even praising opinions as a comment. That way we are all in our designated area and happy. If you feel like you are an extra opinionated fellow, then you could even start your own blog, where you only post about how stupid my lovey dovey feelings are. Better yet, you could start a blog that has the sole purpose of praising me. I would be more likely to read the second one. In conclusion, I am done typing. I bid you farewell readers.

Blog Fest 09!

You may see the title to this post and wonder what Blog Fest 09 is. You may also see the title and not care at all what it means or just assume the title holds no importance at all. Well to end your couriosity, or lack there of, I will inform you on what Blog Fest 09 is and if it holds any importance at all. Blog Fest 09 is a small group of one, me, that puts out many blogs, three, in a short amount of time. So basically, what I’m saying is that Blog Fest 09 has been going on for about a week and a half now. These past three blogs I have posted are Blog Fest 09. That is all it is. I was just excited that I am back to a semi-regular blogging pattern. You people aren’t excited for me? No? That just sucks ass and takes the fun out of Blog Fest 09. You people are kill joys; every single one of you.

Ending the intro and moving on to the beef of the post – beef of the post meaning the actual point of my typing. I am now a senior in high school. I have been in school two days, and I have realized something very important about the year to come. My classes are going to be super easy. The only three challenging classes I have are English 12, government, and college algebra. However, I enjoy government and love English, so in all reality I only have one class that I will not enjoy, college algebra. To make the year even better, college algebra isn’t really that hard. That really means quite a bit coming from a man who almost failed pre-calculus. The other classes are all easy breasy. I believe I have a guitar/piano class, journalism, photography, and video productions. Therefore, I should enjoy my senior year, hopefully. In conclusion to this paragraph, I would like to apologize for any readers who may have found it boring. I am sorry, but I needed a topic to talk about and this made a decently sized paragraph. So, I would not be at all offended if you skimmed your way through this. I thank you for you cooperation.

Finishing with the happy reading and moving on to the ranting. Every year I come back to high school I am reminded of how stupid the majority of students are. During the summer you tend to forget how annoying and frustrating these imbecils are. This forgetfulness makes perfect sense, because normal people do not like to think of other annoying and frustrating people. Anyway, I walk into my first day school. What do I see? I see the same shit I have been seeing the last three years. The snobby girls who think they shit roses, the douche bag jocks who’s majority of conversation revolves around sports and pussy, and the egotistical troublemakers who don’t know what the hell egotistical means. The first two groups are not even close to as bothersome as the last one. They may be snobby or douche bags but at the least they have some, not reasonable, tolerable excuses. The snobby girls are usually financially well off and have heard mommy and daddy tell them they are the cutest and smartest girl ever. Therefore, you can’t blame them for thinking that way. The parents are to blame. They confuse them into thinking that everyone feels they are cute and smart while in reality only they, the parents, feel that way. The douche bag jocks, at my school, are not stupid by any means. They just have a skewed view on what life is all about. They are under the common impression that high school is all about getting laid and sports, an impression I hate. That still is only mildly annoying in comparison with the egotistical troublemakers. These people are just so (fill in any explicit adjective of your choice). What is so glorifying about being an alcoholic and petty thief? I really don’t understand this way of thinking. Why would any one want to brag about how drunk they have been or what items they have stolen? I don’t know. This whole idea really is beyond me. If I was not subjected to this behavior everyday, then I would just ignore it and be happy. Unfortunately, I am subjected to it, and I will have to deal with it accordingly – by accordingly I mean that I will do my best to ignore it and occasionally sigh or scoff at them. I deal with these minor issues in a very simple way; it makes my life much easier.

To my frustration, I have to admit that I did not hit the thousand words mark – barely missed it. That is upsetting; it truly is a tragedy. I did; however, stay away from the rant of my previous two posts as I promised. Although, I’m sure I could have manufactured up another post to argue my point. As I said though, there is no point in argueing my point. I do want to make one statement concerning your blog though, Cody. You had a very small paragraph dedicated to your gloating on winning the arguement, how great you are, etc. etc. I just wanted to inform you that I am obviously greater than you, because I crowned you the winner. Therefore, I have more power for I am able to hand out awards that you have to work to achieve. You entertain people just to impress me. I have to say that this makes me smile. I would just like to say, “dance monkey dance.” Finally, I can end this post. I was typing like mad just so I could type “dance monkey dance” at the end of my post, and it felt as good as I thought it would. I will be back to give you people something pointless to read in due time.

*Deep Sigh* Frustrating

Ow! Damn that hurt. Sorry, I just dropped down from “fantasy love land” where everything is pizzas and blowjobs. I am now back here in reality where apparently, from what I have been told, is nothing but sadness and heartache. How could I not see the true reality of life? I must have been hypnotized by love. Oh, yes! That must be it. That evil bastard love has hypnotized me into a trance of happiness that will only inevitably end to make me a stubborn, pessimistic with a hard on for talking about how perfect I am. Excuse me, but I think this “reality” is going to make me vomit. *Gag* – *puke* – *spit* – *dry heave* – *puke*.

I have lifted the veil of ignorance, and what do I see? I see a big smelly pile of bullshit. I have never felt heartache? I beg the differ, my friend. I may not have lost a girlfriend, whom I have loved. Heartache; however, I have felt, and I have felt it very hard. I assume, understand this is an assumption, that losing love from the opposite sex must feel like losing the love of a family member. How about losing a grandmother who has always, ALWAYS been there for you. You may have lost Kait, but you at least if you ever want to see her again you can. I’m sorry for not being more understanding to your lost love. I am sure it hurts like hell. Actually, I am a hundred percent possitive that it does. I have felt it and probably worse. I am most certainly not ignorant to lost love. I can’t even begin to describe the void left in my life by my grandmother’s death. Many times I have cried and wished for her to be back. However, wishing does not make it so. Blaming an emotion, God,  or life, doesn’t either. I went through a death of a loved one, and my life is still, in my eyes, a happy one. Do you want to know my amazing secret to how I did it? The whole idea is really simple. You are actually going to laugh at it I’m sure. You laugh at everything that doesn’t fit into your way of thinking. I thought about how she would have wanted me to live life. Now, I try to live my life according to that. Cliche’ isn’t it? Well, sometimes a cliche’ saying just fucking works. I’ll tell you what I didn’t do? I didn’t blame myself for loving my grandmother in the first place. Why wouldn’t I love someone that was that great and wonderful to me? The plain fact is that you can’t control how you are going to feel for someone. That is how life works.

You can say all the usual crap that I hear. “If I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t” or “I was stupid for falling in love in the first place.” Well you can’t do it all over again. While wonderful and interesting it is to know that you wouldn’t if you could, it really is pointless to know. Saying you’re stupid for falling in love just makes you sound stupid for a whole different reason. Like I said earlier, you can’t control your emotions. So how could you possibly be stupid for enjoying something that is enjoyable? I have also heard you say that you shouldn’t have fallen in love because you knew that it couldn’t last. You knew and you just ignored it. If you thought it couldn’t last then it really doesn’t shock me that it didn’t. You have to believe a relationship can work if you want it to, or if you want a happy one you do. I believe it is called something like… Oh, what is the word. Christians love to use it. Oh yes! I remember it is faith. You have to have some faith. There is many times that I wonder, usually when I am thinking about my girlfriend and how sad I would be to lose her, did you and Kait really tell each other how much you loved each other? Was she fully aware to how much you cared for her? Do you even know how much she really cares about you? The reason that Kait gave to you for the break up was that she didn’t think the relationship would work with you both going seperate ways, more or less. Is it possible, at all, that she thought that because she didn’t know how committed you were to her? Did you ever tell her that you would love her even through the seperation and stay committed?  Yes, I realize these are some pretty harsh questions, but if you never told her or asked her about these important issues then it really makes more sense. How can you have faith in someone if you don’t know how much faith they have in you?

You insult me by saying that I live in a “fantasy land” where everything is happy. Well you also live in falsely structured world. You think life is built to fuck you over. That the world is just one unhappy situation after another. Well, you sure are the top pessimistic in the world. If I had a big, shiny, golden trophy that said #1 PESSIMIST on it, I would gladly hand it over to you. Here is the reality of life. There are happy times and there are sad times. You can look at life as one big depressing mess if you want to. That sounds to me like a wasted life, but it really is your choice to make. All you really can do is what you feel is right. You felt that loving Kait was right until you lost her, then you felt it was wrong. Who knows which one is the right feeling for sure? Who really cares? That isn’t the point. The point is that life is what you make it. Losing love does not mean you have to be bitter. I learned a lot from the love I lost and it made me a happier person overall.

Lastly, how fucking stupid and dimly thought up was your idea to refer to Ashley and I as “any other highschool couple”. We do not fuck. We do not break up and get right back together. We do not pretend we like each other, because it makes us look good. We do not do this because that is what normal teenagers do. And we are certaintly not fooled by teenage infatuation. Fuck you for even considering that. You, of all people, should know this. I am committed to Ashley for real reasons, not fake highschool, bullshit reasons. When we talk about our future, we are serious.

This time, I really hope I stomped on some toes. I just hope you don’t become to frustrated. While I think that some of the words you type are foolish, that doesn’t mean I don’t respect your friendship or your point of view. This is a blog so I am writing down what I feel. You are doing the same. I doubt you would think that these counter views are jepordizing our friendship, and I really hope that they aren’t. With that said, I am done with this arguement. I will blog about something else. There is no sense in me typing the same shit over and over. You can say you won this arguement if you so choose. To me it was never about winning. This was about me just saying how I feel about love just like you. The end.

NEW POST

Hello, and welcome back to my blog. Now that I have greeted the few people who will actually click on the link to bring you here, I am going to tell those people exactly how I feel, right about now, in the next few paragraphs or so. This is a warning; be prepared to read about some material you may not want to read and that could quite possibly make you angry. Sorry, my editor, who oddly enough is also me, informed me that I have to put a warning before any controversial or possibly anger inducing material I may type. I’m sure you’ll be fine though. I mean you love yourself some good ol’ controversy. If you are you then you will know who you are, but if you aren’t you then you might be confused and think this post is about you when really it is about a different you who you are certainly not.

“You” is in all reality a collection of people of which I have a strong relationship with. These people are great and the best friends that I have ever made. Finishing with the cordial preface, I am now moving on to the inevitable but that seems to jump in after a friendly compliment. But, these friends are about to drive me insane with their bitterness. One, well actually two, have a very good excuse to be bitter. The other is just being bitter with them. The other won’t be talked about any more though, because he is not a concern to me yet. I am sure you are asking yourself, “Why are they so bitter?”. That is an excellent question, and all of you who pondered the answer get a silver star. You only receive gold if you guessed the right answer. The right answer is, drum roll please, they both lost love. This emotional catastrophe affected them both quite a bit, with good reason. I don’t blame them one bit to be bitter, but some of the things one of them says, or types rather, are just way off base. That is my problem and I am going to address it right here.

Moving right along. You has a blog that he types in semi-regularly, and in this blog he writes about how people annoy him, how he feels miserable, and his confusion on why life is the way it is. Basically your everyday depressed person kind of talk. In this blog though he makes a point that love is pointless, because you are going to lose it some day anyway. Now if any happily married couples are reading, which I doubt, then you know that is absurd. My own parents found love and have been in love for almost twenty six years. My grandparents are still in love. My grandma may be dead, but I believe she still loves my grandpa in death. How can you say that love’s pointless. I’m so sick of the bullshit. I understand that you lost love but that doesn’t give you clear view of how the world works. In fact, I ‘m sure it gives you quite a hazy and dusty view of life. Love may not have worked for you but that doesn’t mean other people can’t make it work. The whole idea of trying to scare people away from love by saying it can’t work is just cruel. People need something important to hold onto in life. I hold on to my love for Ashley. I have said it before, and I will say it again. I feel that I am living to love her. If that sentence sounds crazy, then you have never been in love. So please, Cody, quit with the “love is pointless” routine, because deep down you have to know that it isn’t true. If you indeed think it is true, then you are more confused than I thought. Love holds the most significance in my life. There is no way it could be that important but have no point. Even if the point is as simple as making me smile more than I ever had, I think that love is worth it.

This paragraph may stray from the topic of the post a tad. I still feel like writing though, and I don’t particularly care. I am in love with a girl name Ashley, as you should already know. If you don’t know that then you have the comprehension skills of a toddler or you are a toddler who has awful parents that let you find this site. If you are indeed a toddler then I suggest running away from home as soon as you are at an age where fluid running is possible. Anyway, Ashley has changed my life tremendously for the better. I am a much happier person since falling in love with her. That is why I feel a need to defend love’s possibility. I know love can work, and I want to prove it to all the people who don’t, by loving Ashley. Ashley loves me and I certainly love her. We talk about our future quite often, and we both agree that we won’t leave each other. I know she is serious about it, because she is extremely concerned that I am going to leave her due to me feeling bored with her. She asks me all the time, “Are you sure you won’t get tired of me?”. I then try to explain to her that I don’t think I could ever get tired of her. That is an honest answer too, for any of you douche bags who think this is too cheesy to be serious. I wish I could make her understand how much I love her. She feels as if she can’t be loved, and it stresses me out so much. Ashley is so great, but she just can’t see it. I think I will eventually fight through her insecurities and help her realize how beautiful, smart, funny, and awesome she truly is. This might take a while, but I plan on being with her for a long long long time.

I know that for some of you that last paragraph may have been hard to read. If so, I apologive. Honestly, I really do feel sorry. I know that people don’t particularly like to read about other people’s love. Especially the majority of people who do read my blog. Since this is my blog, I still write what I want. I wanted to write about that so I did. The other two paragraphs I’m not going to apologize for, because it is my opinion. Just as I don’t expect you to apologize for the material you wrote, which was also your opinion. I hope I didn’t step on any toes too hard. That wraps this post up, I suppose. Well over a thousand words. Go me!

The House of Love

I know I said that I would be back to blogging on a regular basis at the end of my last post. Well, I lied. I am here now though so just shut up. Although, you might be disappointed because this is not going to be a long post. Frankly, I don’t really give a shit if you are or aren’t disappointed. It’s not that I don’t have shit that I could spend a whole page talking about. That isn’t the point. The point is that I don’t want to talk about any of that right now, so I am writing this. I am hoping this post will tide over a few people who keep bitching at me to blog. So enough of my ranting; I give you my latest poem. This poem is a Shakespearean sonnet unless I messed up on my syllables, which tends to happen. If so, I am sorry.  The title, if you were too stupid to figure out, is the same as this blog post.

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Morning twilight awakes the house of love.

The sun’s golden rays pierce ancient windows.

Perched on the window sill sits a white dove.

The morning dew creates some hazy glows.

Cryptic shadows dance joyfully on walls.

The house can stand any pressure it is under.

No one enters until destiny calls.

The house sits alone shrouded by wonder.

Destiny has chosen me to arrive.

I leave old feelings of wonder behind.

I pass tranquil gardens feeling alive.

The answer to life slides into my mind.

Great happiness fills my heart instantly.

I’ll live in the house of love peacefully.

I Am Back, Finally

Yes, it is true, I have come back to WordPress to blog about absolutely nothing. Did any of you miss me? No? I didn’t think so. How long has it been? I believe about nine months since I last blogged. Well, I am back and quite a bit has changed. A school year has passed, I now right poetry, and I fell in love. I’m just as surprised as you on that last one. Quite a shocker, that one.

My junior year is officially over, so that makes me a senior at Uniontown high school. Hooray for me! Although, this happening is a bit scary at the same time as it is joyous. One reason it is scary is that I’m fucking growing up. I have to start taking on responsibilities and thinking for myself. Dear God, help me. The other reason I will get to later. The most exciting event during the school year, for me, was the basketball season. However, I don’t want to put up a false sense of excitement because it wasn’t that exciting. The last important note about the school year is that I passed pre-calculus. That shit is the most confusing mass of numbers and letters that I have ever experienced. The fact the teacher and I did not get along didn’t help me much either. I’m just relieved the class is over and I passed. I must say that I impressed myself. I nearly failed a class, literally passed with a sixty percent, and maintained a three point five gpa. That makes me the smartest dumb ass ever.

If you read my last post, and if you remember it, then you know that I wrote poetry now. I like to think I’m average. Everyone that has read them at least pretends to like them so that is good. I even showed some of my work to my English teacher, who is an extremely good teacher, and she said I had talent. Most of the poems I write are romantic poems about nature, God, and life. The other poems are about love, lost love, and death.

Now moving on to the most interesting change. I have fallen in love. My girlfriend, which is the same one that is talked about in previous posts, is awesome. We had quite a rocky start considering that she did not want to date me in the first place. Her mother encouraged her; however, and she dated me. Are relationship was hardly a relationship for the first few months. We were more friends than we were boyfriend and girlfriend. She did not really like me as a boyfriend and I knew it. We almost broke up a few times, but we did not tell each other that until recently. After a while though, we grew on each other and somewhere in there fell in love. Completely unplanned and wonderful. She even told me, “I am surprised I fell in love with you. I was set on not falling in love with you.” Apparently I have mad charm. You only have to wait seven months for it to kick in. I truly am lucky and grateful she waited that long. Most would not have waited close to that long. Maybe it was just meant to be.

Well, there you have it. My first post in after a nine month absence. It was a very quick nine months in my opinion. Hopefully, I’ll be back sooner next time. With that said, I am out of here.

Poetic Fantasy

So while I was away not updating this blog I found that I may have a gift. I started writing poetry for some unknown reason. I had always thought up poems or just rhymes in my head but never written them down because I figured they weren’t that good and typical highschool guys don’t write poetry. Well I finally decided to write them down, again, for reasons unknown. Anyways here is my favorite so far. It is called Poetic Fantasy.

I strut so cool and quiet

Always thinking silent

Never quite in touch with reality

No one understands me

In this world I don’t seem to fit

To them I don’t make sense

They can’t understand my wonderful fantasy

Filled with love and history

Filled with rhymes that constantly shift

And only to me do they make sense

You see I don’t need reality

Not when I’m in a poetic fantasy

So How’s Everyone Doin’?

So it has been awhile huh? Well I do have excuses and, frankly, I don’t care too much if you think they are good ones or not. I had to work all summer and there was some other family issues that I had to tend to, so this little blog here just got kinda shoved to the side. Anyways I am here now so that is all that matters.

I bought Rock Band this summer and have been playing the holy hell out of it. I am now proud to say that I can play the drums on expert. I only play the drums though. Everyonce in awhile I sing but am quickly informed that I suck so I don’t do it very often. I can’t play the guitar anymore. I used to be decent because of Guitar Hero but now I can’t do it at all. I don’t like the guitar any damn way. Well that pretty much sums that up.

I have watched a few movies but the most recent was The Doors. Now I am a HUGE Doors fan and an extremely HUGE Jim Morrison fan. Now the movie I thought was good but the directing was a bit iffy. I thought there was way too much infasis on how much Indians effected him. They just kept showing Indians everywhere. I also learned that there were a good chunk of parts in that movie that the director just added that never happened. That annoys me a little bit. I think if you are going to make a documentary film about a person then the actions he does in the movie should be very close to accurate to what he did in real life. These things annoyed me but I like The Doors so much that I still liked the movie a lot.

The Problem and The Solution

Well, as you have surely already figured out, I was recently bothered by a problem. It is a fairly poplular one I’d like to think. My problem was I was single and didn’t want to be anymore. Well the problem wasn’t finding a girl anymore but finding a time to ask her out. Now I am a naturally awkward and extremely insecure fellow so, in other words, I clam up around girls that I like. Although that is becoming a good look more and more. I mean look at all the movies starring teenage characters. Lately there has a been a lot that have starred a sensitive, unsure character who ends up getting the girl even though he can’t complete a decent conversation. Anyways enough of that.

Now I was just going to ask her in person while I was on a triple date with two of my buddies and there women. Well I still claim that Cody screwed that up even though he won’t admit it. We were at Jacey’s house (my friend Ben’s girlfriend) and she went out with Ben to ”walk him to his car”. So that left me, Ashley (my girlfriend now, we’ll get to that later), and Cody. I thought Cody would catch my hints saying “hey why don’t you make up a lame excuse and leave the room so we will be alone” but Cody being himself did not catch on.  I just thought it would be awkward to ask her with Cody just looking at us. Maybe I should have just sucked it up and asked her but I didn’t so fuck off. 

Alright moving right along to ”The Solution”. Well I procrastinated calling her because I would rather be called than call. Not to mention the fact that I absolutely hate phone conversations. I don’t like not seeing what there reaction is. I learned from a friend that she was in Nebraska so that just gave me another reason to procrastinate. I was telling myself “you don’t want to interrupt her family’s vacation time, just wait it out”. After about 3-4 days of some extremely tiring arguements with Cody over whether I did indeed carry a pair of testicles or not I decided to call her. At this point I thought I had completely fucked myself over from all my insecure procrastinations. I was just kinda moving through the conversation thinking I was being romantic. I said something like “I figured I would call you since I like you and I think you like me”. She says “I do like you” and I, thinking I was being smooth, said “Well since you like me if I asked you to date me would you say yes?”. Right after I said it I immediatly thought ”what the fuck was that. That was dumbest line I have ever heard anyone say and I was the one that said the shit”. I was so enveloped in my thoughts of how stupid I was I almost didn’t hear her say she would say yes. Then I asked her out for real instead of that bad line and again she said yes. Once again the sensitive kid wins.   

Ocean’s Eleven

Good movie. I had been wanting to watch this movie for a long time but kept forgetting about it. Finally, Saturday I watched it with my cousin. I liked it a lot. Usually George Clooney annoys me but this time I actually liked him. Brad Pitt was awesome as usual. I think they should have had more scenes with him though. At the beginning of the movie he was always around and then towards the middle he just kinda dissappeared, would come back for a short piece of dialogue, then dissappear again. I could just not be remembering a couple of scenes because it has been two days since then but it seemed like he could have been used more. The ending was clever. I hear Ocean’s Twelve sucks and that kinda dissapoints me but, then again, I heard that Thirteen was good. Maybe I should just pretend that Twelve was never made and try out Thirteen.