oh bill murray... um... you are nominated for an academy award... but now, i have to ask you one question about your upcoming film:
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?
sweet baby jeezuz.
and while we're at it, hey... Jim Davis ... what the hell were you thinking (besides "holy crap! they're paying me a ton for this!") allowing this monstrousity to be created?
*shaking my head*
the first time i ever got in trouble at school (well, barring the time when i kept poking kevin g. in the ribs when i was in kindergarten during music class and he tattled on me and ms. kaplan made me sit in the sandbox to "learn to be a lady") - the first time was in 7th grade when there was a movie about mallard ducks during science class and i was bored and started drawing Garfield and then Mr. Doyle stopped the movie and yelled "Miss Bennett, go outside in the hall and sit there since you take art more seriously than ducks!"
so i got up out of my seat - shaking the entire time because i never had been yelled at in school before - and there i sat... in the middle of the hall... while the girls known for their black eyeliner and cutting class were walking the halls like they owned them and happened upon me... asking "what're YOU out here for?" - they were almost bonding with me in that "hey, new kid in cell block h" way...
what did i tell them? (still shaking... my eyes watery... sort of hyperventilating...)
i told them was i was in for:
"Drawing", says i.
yep - i was a toughy back then
another reason this movie is a lump in the litter box:
jennifer love hewitt is in it.
AAAARRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH.

