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On Sunday, I'm going to NOrth Carolina with my youth group... without parents or siblings. Yess! So yeah. I'll be gone for a week...

Now, this is not an exceptable blog post. It's simply a sentence saying that I'm leaving. How boring is that?
Ok, so I need a topic... *looks for one*.... hmmmm... Ah, yes,

Literature/movies.

I normally laugh when people cry in movies. It's, like, a natural reaction. Like in Titanic. Jackiepoo froze to death, I thanked God that he was finally dead. The stupid little girl dies in "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants", and I laugh myself silly. Yet I can't watch "Return of the King" alone without bawling my stupid little eyes out. I have no idea why... I've seen the stinking thing a million times, and still...

It's the same thing with books. The randomest books make me tear up:
Ender's Game, The Count of Monte Cristo, Phantom of the Opera (but the movie didn't...), 1984 (not physical crying, because I was at my Nanna's house, sitting in her living room. I finished the book in one sitting....three consecutive hours of reading. I was just sitting there, staring at it and trying not to burst into tears....when she decided we were going out for ice cream. Ice cream makes everything better. Even Big Brother)...
It's odd. I can admit to crying without getting weirdly embarrased (wait, does that have two "s's" and one "r", or two "r's" and one "s". Or two "s's" and two "r's"?), but I can't actually cry in front of someone. And I can stop on a dime. Laughter, however, is harder for me to control. Which is bad if I happen to think of something funny during a church service, and start grinning when he's talking about Hell. Not a good thing...

There we go. One post that has nothing to do with Mikey, Polecats, Python, or Planet Palin. Yay me. *walks away whistling*