Awesome movie... A beggining to the horrible thing of war....

A favorite movie of mine is called “My Name is Khan”. In short, it is about a man who has Osburgers Syndrome (which is a form of autism) and is a Muslim. He falls in love with a lady, who has a little boy (if I remember right, the little boy is about 9 years old). She agrees to marry him (after some pushing on his part.) Khan (the man) becomes best friends with the little boy, and he and the lady are crazy in love. The movie takes place around the time of 9/11/2001. If you don’t know what date that is…… Well….. Stop living under a stupid rock. The little boy is trying to talk to a long lost best friend (due to the fact that he was Muslim, and the best friend isn’t), and gets beat up by a bunch of kids. The kids beat him up so good that he is horribly injured and can’t get up. They leave him, and he ends up dying. The mom is devastated. She gets very mad at Khan, because he was a Muslim, and if she didn’t marry him, then she wouldn’t be Muslim and neither would her baby. She tells him that he has to leave, and the only way that she will ever love him again is if he goes to the president and tells him to his face “My name is Khan. And I am not a terrorist.” Because he has autism, he takes her very literally. He sets off on a journey to go and find the president. He comes close to coming in contact with him many times. But things never work out; there is always something like a Presidents Dinner…for only Christians. He is trying to yell to him from a crowd… and all anybody hears is “A terrorist” and he is taken in for investigation. He becomes a very big item on the news once everybody finds out his real intention. Will he meet the president? Khan is a very good man and does very good deeds. A kid falls off his bike, and his knee is horribly hurt. Khan carries him to his house and meets a lady that he becomes very good friends with. Then he is on his way again, searching for a way to be able to meet the president. Hurricane Katrina happens, and he comes to find that his friend and her son are in the middle of the destruction. He goes and saves a lot of lives. He starts a chain reaction where all of the news people who are following go and make a contribution to the saving of lives. He finally meets the president. The conversation goes something like this “My name is Khan.” I know… I’ve been…””And I am not a terrorist”.. “I know”. But because of all the effort put towards it. His wife loves him again.

It is a great movie. I recommend it to……everybody. It is one that I have seen many times. The summary that I have isn’t even the beginning of the movie. It is an amazing movie. I really want to watch it again.

Even though it is past 9/11.. I just wanted to say my thoughts on it. It is a horrible thing what happened with the twin towers. Many innocent lives were lost. But I find just as much sorrow in how many innocent lives were taken of people who live in places like Iraq, Iran.. Places like that where we have our armies placed in. I will continue this next week… Stay tuned….. J  

Uh..To be continued.

So, turns out the boys team was skillful, and we lost. But, who really cares, right? I did find instances where  I was particuallarly impressed with both teams, though. This weekend has been awesome. I have hung out with people every day, and its been pretty much...well.... awesome. Wednesday, we made pizzas and decided that we should one day make a buisness entitled "MammaNye's Pizza". And that was all fun and good. hursday, I went on a hike with one of my guy friends, his mom, my mom, and my two little siblings. 6 miles was how long it was, and it is a huge accomplishment, id say. (More than 6 miles for me and my friend because we climbed these weird rock shape things up really high, and that were really sharpe. That was very scary, I found myself almost crying a few times.) After, I gathered up 2 of my girls and the same guy, and we slacklined. It is a really hard sport, look it up on youtube. Then try to get one and see how hard it is. THEN we went to elite. I haven't ever laughed so hard. I discovered that I could do a gainer and a double front flip. I failed to do my gainer before my guy friend, though he might say different because of a silly deal. Yesterday, me, one of my girl friends, and my friends mom, went and did Zumba. I advise to go and do it if you want to have fun, but you have to be willing to dance really weird. After that, we picked up the boys (3 of them) and went to breakfast at Granny Annies. It was my first time there. Me and my best friend went to her house, I tried on her whole wardrobe, and watched tv. Then we went to my house and did our hair and makeup, then went to my other guy friends house, ate some sweedish fish and jumped on the trampoline, and then walked from his house to my best friends house (hmm, lets say thats 2 miles) and watched 1408, which is a movie about a guy who proves that hotel rooms that are supposivly haunted...arent haunted. He comes upon a hotel called the "Dophin Hotel" and discovers that it is really haunted. It was a good movie. I really love scary movies. Who doesn’t?

 It’s kind of hard to write this without naming anybody, because it doesn’t really make much sense.

If you even took the time to read this, you would say that it was really boring. And, it is! But every week for English we have to write 500 words on this blog. I’m very sorry that I couldn’t really have anything interesting, ever. Maybe one day will come where I am writing amazing things, and the whole world enjoys them and loves them. But that day is not today. Nor tomorrow. Probably not next week. Or Month. But by golly…One day…One day…

I am very nervous.

This Thursday, I am destined to play the boys soccer team that is my age. Half of their team goes to my school. I'm playing defense. I am soooooo scared. Here's why:... First of all.... I am a girl. And they are boys. Boys are just fast. Most of them are faster than me. Especially, me. I have watched their team play, and they have good foot skills. Most girls on my team do, I do sometimes.  But here is the final and most valid fear: What if their like.."wow she really sucks at soccer". I need my rep to be high on soccer.. I just do. So, for this next week, I'm strictly sticking to fruits, vegtables, and grains...starting tomorrow, because my brother is making peanut butter cookies today, but that's not the point. As I may have hinted in a few other of my blog posts, I love food with a furious passion. Love it, especially dairy. Dairy makes you slow. But, that won't be the most of my problems. When I try to show off, I usually end up sucking butt. So, I have to train myself somehow to get my skills to their max. Nobody else in my family plays soccer. So I dont know how I am going to be able to practice without viable competition. Lately, I have only run when forced, and dont push myself. I am going to have to run this week. Since today is Sunday I cant run on the treadmill today. But I can make a running schedule. I need to work on sprints. And how do you do that with a tredmile? I dont know. I'll probably ask my mom to take me to Davis' track, but who wants to do that. I just dont want to embarrass myself. AH! I'm so nervous, nervous, nervous. It makes it10x worse since half of them go to my school. I played a boys team in a 3v3 tournament, and dont you worry, I embarrassed myself fully. But I haven't seen them and dont think I ever will, so that's okay. But half these guys go to my school. And I have set my, uh, teams playing reputaion level pretty high since we have been dominating lately. So we better beat them. I really hope that we will be awesome. Well, Uh, I don’t really care if we win, But I need to prove myself. Its already embarrassing enough that I tried out for my high school soccer team and um, Didn’t make it. And the only time I have to practice is this Tuesday when I have my soccer practice. And instead of practice, we are scrimmaging with a…Not so..Hmm..how do I word this. Less mature team. But I shouldn’t be saying anything, because I am not so good. Or am I? Good days and bad days. Oh Heavenly Father, Please help me do good. Please.  Anyway, I shouldn’t be so worried. I’ll do fine, I really hope. Cross your fingers, if you would. (:

I love dairy. DAIRY CAN CAUSE THAT? ohhhh no.

My Mom said the other day that she had been talking to her cousin (a very good doctor) about dairy. Her cousin had said that there were studies done to show that dairy can cause tumors and cancer. OH my word. When I heard that...dang...worst news ever. But no! That wasn't even the worst of it. My mom then said the most cussin' cuss ive ever heard. "We are going to start cutting down on the dairy, once the milk and ice cream is gone we aren't going to buy anymore". I cant believe I just typed that. When she said that, I ran to the kitchen and filled a bowl of icecream for myself. I stuffed my face for a few minutes. And then thought to myself... I need to make a plan. My plan took a while to figure out, since ice cream melts, that took away the idea of sneaking it under my bed for special occasions. We only have a few tubs left, so that takes away just hiding it in the back of the fridge. And I'm constantly broke.. so I cant buy it myself! That left one thing... I need to sneak into the store, and steal some. Maybe, I could hide in the freezers, until everybody left. But only one problem, I'm not a ninja. And I'm also a horrible liar. I got into the subject of the milk now. I drink milk for breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, happy times, sad times, people take smoke breaks, and i'm taking my milk break. I'm the founder of "Got Milk?" and I can win the gallon challenge, trippling everyone. Of course, I'm just kidding about the "Got Milk?" and the gallon challenge, but hopefully you get the point that i LOVE my dairy. I threw away my blue prints of Smiths, and..haha…and came up with the best plan ever. I have decided to protest. That is if the milk does “go away”. I will boycott all other foods. All other drinks. When I find out that the dairy has been confiscated from my house, I will then go out in a box and live off the street. I told my Dad that I was going to protest if we didn’t keep the dairy. And, he said, that we WERENT getting rid of the dairy. Yes! I won! What a wonderful plan, it was. So, right now I’m enjoying a teaping bowl of icecream, a glass of milk, some cheese, and yogurt. Yumdidliumpscious! My question though, is does dairy really do that? I’m LDS and it never says that dairy is bad (or good) in the word of wisdom, it doesn’t even mention milk. Something my mom mentioned that I never really looked on, was that we are the only animal that drinks another animals milk. What the heck? My brain is just going crazy. Because, I love dairy so much, but I don’t want to be at risk for getting any tumors. I’m so pull this way pull that way with this subject. Ah man.