I'd Never Give My Sister A Gun

Okay, I know it's been awhile, but nothing has really go on lately, except on Sunday night; it was hilarious. I'm working on my seven page History essay when Sarah calls me, asking me how our trip to King's Island was. She was supposed to go with us, but she had to hang out with Matt, who she hadn't seen in awhile (apart from school). Oh, and King's Island is an amusement park.

Anyway, Sarah calls me and in about five minutes into our conversation, she gasps and says, "I just heard a weird noise. I think someone is in our house." See, Sarah had just moved, and it was making those new house noises because they had it built for them. So, after about a half an hour of Sarah freaking out and me trying to comfort her, she has in her possesion a pair of scissors with which she had been opening boxes (scissors that were maybe four inches long) and a plastic loaf of bread. We used my other line to place Matt in the conversation, too, and my sister joined from my side. It was then that we made a battle plan for Sarah. If a man/killer/creepy-guy-who-wanted-to-rape-her did walk through her door, she would proceed to 1: stab him in the neck with her scissors, 2: beat him to the ground with her bread, 3: stomp on him, 4: hit him with the heels of her high-heeled shoes, 5: throw thumbtacks on him, and 6: either throw him out of a window or throw him down some stairs. There was an alternate step of hitting him with a very tall mirror leaning against her wall and having the shards of glass embed themselves into the intruder's body, but it wasn't necessary, seeing as no one wasn't in her house. Like I said the first dozen times.

In the end, I realized that Sarah didn't know how to climb out of her window with a sheet rope like they do on TV, and she doesn't know how to call her parents to come save her. She also wouldn't use her neighbor Chris as a decoy so she could run for her life. And when she hung up the phone when the conversation ended, if she was to be attacked by the intruder, Sarah would call me first so I could call the police to save her.

To change the subject, my family went to see Mission Impossible III today. It was a pretty cool movie, but in the end the girl seemed to go overboard with shooting the two people she shot. She emptied, like, eight rounds into each of them. When I mentioned this after the movie, my sister claimed she would have done the same thing. And for some odd reason, the thought of Andrea + gun + shooting a lot = scary for everyone involved, save Andrea.