Nothing

I have nothing to write about. Yes, alas, nothing to write about. I was just thinking what a great time I would be having if the movie "Up" wasn't being watched for the hundredth time. True, it is funny, but I'd rather watch "Sense and Sensibility" then the movie of "Up" which I have never been able to throw out of the house and into the lake which, believe me, I would do without Hesitation proudly and content.



I still have nothing to talk about. I wonder if I should talk about how I despise certain enemies of mine. Nah! It is not beffiting an English, half Scottish, nobleman that I am. After all I am the The Scarlet Pimpernel IIas I like to think of myself. Actually, I'd like to make a play of The Scarlet Pimpernel. The only problem is actors. I have myself and three other brothers and two stubborn sisters who only act alone in front of friends. I recieved a 17th century coat for Christmas so I could use it for the performance. Unfourtunatly, their are no people here who have a passion to act. I however have more than twice the passion then they surprisingly. I love acting! Acting! Acting! Wahoo!



It is actually my theory that anyone can act. It may sound absurd but as long as the person has the director demonstrating how to pronounce the words, it may be easy. I will probably be proved wrong once the three movie's I'm making are done, but for now I will stick to my theory.


Wow! I actually said something other than nothing! Well! Gotta go. See you later!

~The Scarlet Pimpernel