tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22256210305616273682024-03-05T18:24:33.503-08:00Snippets Of My LifeThis is not a journal. This is just a blog about me and my stories.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02003805080924338525noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225621030561627368.post-19498471876050332302011-09-29T09:23:00.000-07:002011-09-29T09:23:40.021-07:00Shall we have a tribute<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Popsicles, play dates, and P.B.S. they are a childs dream come true. Lets face it, growing up is hard. I miss the good ole days, so...<br />
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Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02003805080924338525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225621030561627368.post-90185065178785315772011-08-13T13:50:00.000-07:002011-08-13T13:50:58.934-07:00Story of my Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnPH952-WkqzvdkuWuiLZSZsB-_l-RB84seX5qMLjGFRKGHCnqBQPP0o3baNWKxvFrD06dnlE8Y_lPxSFFXZyhx2oECBB-XiNpal79ozlovbzu_sQ6p9ul_sMefHM5j35RXKyKX679tIw/s1600/shave+chart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnPH952-WkqzvdkuWuiLZSZsB-_l-RB84seX5qMLjGFRKGHCnqBQPP0o3baNWKxvFrD06dnlE8Y_lPxSFFXZyhx2oECBB-XiNpal79ozlovbzu_sQ6p9ul_sMefHM5j35RXKyKX679tIw/s640/shave+chart.jpg" width="342" /></a></div>Excuse the language.</div>Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02003805080924338525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225621030561627368.post-48690010215328691932011-07-18T07:49:00.000-07:002011-07-18T07:49:17.151-07:00I wish I was an artist...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/lOgE5dJehgE?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02003805080924338525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225621030561627368.post-40946128290570125112011-05-01T19:07:00.000-07:002011-05-01T19:07:16.828-07:00up and over it<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3mhqeiXQQ8k?fs=1" width="480"></iframe></div>Speechless. That describes how i feel when i watch this. I dont care who you are, you will enjoy watching this. I feel like it puts me in a trance...</div>Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02003805080924338525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225621030561627368.post-79329750673072298322011-04-08T12:28:00.001-07:002011-04-08T12:28:18.202-07:00Bambi will protect his friends!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> Read this!<br />
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Last spring i decided to get out and take some pictures of our beautiful spring flowers, i fell in love with them. Here are some of the best lovelies. <br />
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<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504564979275996690" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiBKYdWsgiJHbI1irDSezHa0qElNGIOqstYscs5NTH4o3LY7WaXAf17Nv1UjSFUoM1u_YmIMoaol2liEwvOVaStM1DCfKDTVIMsnEbOFnH2wmi3j0qzBToqhZyR-5z3w9sxkl7_MQFTZw/s320/DSC_0242.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" />Just in case you still have not had enough spring fever, here is a little song called spring (from the four seasons). It is composed by a little red-headed priest, also known as Antonio Vivaldi. <br />
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I recently had to write an eight page paper about this guy so if you want to know more just hit me up.<br />
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P.S. Sara now its your turn to talk about how you love spring :)</div>Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02003805080924338525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225621030561627368.post-42866500920729165602011-03-19T10:06:00.000-07:002011-03-19T10:06:28.811-07:00Danse Goosh<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Sorry I am posting, yet again, another YouTube video, but you won't regret watching this one. Everything is better understood through interpretive dance, especially if it involves unitards.<br />
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Monday was a up: thank you mr. Washington for letting me have a day off of school! Oh and thanks for all the other stuff you did to...<br />
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Tuesday/Wednesday was a downer: lacrosse is sometimes a tad frusterating. Wednesday we show up for practice like normal, turns out instead of having practice we were going to businesses to fundraise. Well isn't that just splendid, let's go ask businesses to give us moneys while I am wearing my nasty workout clothes, I don't think they care that i "heart subzero ice-cream". Thank you coaches for keeping us uninformed.<br />
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Thursday = HIGH: I can not believe I got into BYU! <br />
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Friday i was still on Thursdays high note: after Jake and I made cupcakes we went and saw unstoppable at the dollar theater, most intense movie ever. Who would have thought that a runaway train could be so insane.<br />
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Saturday...: this day started out pretty grand, and I had such a fun time hanging out with my favorite cousins, until 11. We see some lights outside and suddenly Brittany rushes outside, I forgot the curfew for parking is 11, we run and try to stop the guy, but to bad for us university parking are downright jerks! He boots my car at 11:01... Hm to bad my dad knows how to boot a car and we are pretty sure you can't do all the stuff you need to do to boot a car in 60 seconds. That means he started booting my car before 11, I am definitely fighting this and i will be getting my money back.<br />
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Is this week over yet...Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02003805080924338525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225621030561627368.post-72357556307409130432011-02-22T16:59:00.000-08:002011-02-22T16:59:22.927-08:00My Drool List<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I love winter, but I have to admit, I get sick of it pretty fast.<br />
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I love the heat as it envelopes you as you walk outside. I love sitting in my swing at night and looking at the stars while having a good chat with a friend. I love barbeques especially with fresh watermelon that drips down your whole arm everytime you take a juicy bite. I love walking barefoot down the sidewalk & going without makeup because who needs makeup when you have that summer glow? And who doesnt love the sound of the sprinklers coming on or the smell of freshly mowed grass?<br />
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The last thing I love about summer is all the great clothes you get to wear. Here is my summer drool list.<br />
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Friday: after a killer workout at lacrosse the team came over to my house to help with a cookie fundraiser. I thought they would only stay for an hour, turned out they didn't leave til 11... Funniest night ever! I don't think I have ever laughed that much in one night! And what was the cherry on top? Sara came and joined the party and we got to play Just Dance! <br />
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Saturday: I got invited to an adorable picnic/brunch, so Natalia and I made the best desert ever for it (its like a lemon bar, but classier). My new friends, Lydia and Gemma, introduced me to some of the funniest people I had ever met and once again laughed for like two hours straight. After the picnic Natalia, Elsa and I went BYU's cinderella and got ice cream at the creamery and watched BYU students meet their future spouses.<br />
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Sunday: SUN! today has been the most beautiful day this year! Today was stake conference and elder Monday, from the quorum of the 70, came and spoke to us, it was amazing. He was a great speaker and I loved listening to him speak (he had an English accent :)) My family and I went for a walk and then afterwards I rode my cute new bike til my legs were going to fall off. I need to post pictures of my adorable bike. it's a classic schwin bike from the 1950's, we were going to refinish it but the 'bike guy' said it would lose it's value so it's all original<br />
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Ahh, I never want this day to endKristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02003805080924338525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225621030561627368.post-49562798629103796472011-02-06T15:54:00.000-08:002011-02-06T18:39:47.538-08:0080s Video Dating Montage<iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0bomkgXeDkE?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"></iframe> ... Um... The 80's, Enough said.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02003805080924338525noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225621030561627368.post-86116164371632618372011-01-31T13:57:00.000-08:002011-01-31T13:59:22.751-08:00Hi, my name is Kristina and I like to party<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> So, lets get down the the nitty-gritty. Who is this Kristina Roberts.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I have brown hair and hazel-y eyes </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I love my eyes, but hate my nose</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I love to travel and i someday want to travel the world </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I want to ride an elephant in Africa... or possibly India</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I bite my nails, but think it is disgusting</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I love photography and nature, especially together</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I love anything that has to do with weddings and love to plan my own</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I love animals, but HATE bugs</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am going skydiving</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I hate when people try to boss me around </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I secretively love to draw and wish i was an artist</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I love fantasy and when i was 11 I hoped, beyond hoped, that i would get a letter telling me i was a witch</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I actually do love reading the scriptures</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> My feelings get hurt really easily</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I love getting packages in the mail</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I love looking at things online, putting them in my shopping cart, then going to the next store.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I hate hurting peoples feelings and have a huge conscious </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I love watching fat people lose weight</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I have sworn twice (not including accidents), both were in my car</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I suck at giving high-fives</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I hate people seeing me cry</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I am a usual at pizza pie cafe, the manager practically knows us by name and so does one of the bus boys, a bus boy from Australia ;) </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I cant eat a clementine until all the white stuff is gone</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I love my family BEYOND words</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I talk to my dog and cat sometimes</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I hate shaving my legs</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I wish i was more easy going, but sadly I'm not. I get so worried sometimes i forget to breath</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I love my sleep, which sometimes cuts into friend time </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I want to make a difference in the world</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And thats me </div></div>Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02003805080924338525noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225621030561627368.post-25472621793420973522011-01-25T14:22:00.000-08:002011-01-25T14:22:56.557-08:00Insightful Thought of the DayHave you ever thought about how awkward it must be for witches and wizards to change in their rooms when they have portraits hanging up all over their walls...Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02003805080924338525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225621030561627368.post-31624601293946596542011-01-23T20:04:00.000-08:002011-01-23T20:15:03.588-08:00Man, the days just fly by!I have always been excited for my senior year. I mean, who wouldnt be excited for a year of slacking off? Well, its not its all cracked out to be. <br />
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Dont get me wrong, i love the fact that the only classes i need are English and a bunch of electives and it is nice to be the top of the upper class men. <br />
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Honestly, what i really hate about my senior year, is that there are so many decisions that have to be made! "Where are you going to college"? "Are you going out of state or staying in Utah"? "What are you going to study"? "Are you going to move out"? "Are you going to stay living at home"? The questions just keeping coming! ITS SO OVERWHELMING! <br />
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But one handy thing about all of this, is that two of my best friends are cool college kids now and have overcome this delemia I am currently having. So if you guys have any advise or some handy tips i could definitely use them, before i either have a panic attack or decide to give up and live the rest of my life as a bum on the street with my banjo.<br />
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thanks.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02003805080924338525noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225621030561627368.post-87097259706380937022011-01-11T13:31:00.000-08:002011-01-11T13:47:04.699-08:00My secret ambition<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So I have been thinking alot about my future lately.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And after a bit of pondering I made up my mind.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">One of these days i'm going to pack a backpack, a laptop, definitely a camera, and maybe a banjo or something and jump on a train.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">just thought I should let you know.</div>Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02003805080924338525noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225621030561627368.post-71599612319184585502011-01-06T13:36:00.000-08:002011-01-07T20:56:17.938-08:00My New Years Resolution<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Recent polls conducted by General Nutrition Centers say that the second most popular New year resolution is <span style="font-size: large;">fitting more fitness in our lives</span>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Well, i found the perfect for solution! Just do this video once a day...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Its called Jazzersize - "move that boogie body, come on!!!"</span>Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02003805080924338525noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225621030561627368.post-64726443034778468122011-01-01T10:51:00.000-08:002011-01-01T12:20:42.806-08:00Let The New Year Begin!<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Happy New Year!!</span> <br />
<h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Today is January 1st 2011.</span></h3>This means that todays date is 1/1/11!</div><div class="post-body entry-content"><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So make a wish, because something like <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">this doesnt come around to often.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I made sure to make a wish today at 11:11 am, but I can't tell you what it was. Because then they say it wont come true. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But honestly who gave "they" all the power anyway? To <span style="font-size: large;">my</span> logic, my wish would still come true, even if I told you what it was, because I would make it happen. I don't believe in it suddenly being "cursed" to tell you what I wished for. Because if I was hoping for it, and other people just sent along a little love and good vibes for my wish too, then wouldn't that just improve its likelyness to happen?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Just in case..... </div><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02003805080924338525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225621030561627368.post-70266620696930656022010-12-15T13:11:00.000-08:002010-12-15T13:11:49.971-08:0018<span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am officially 18!</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> When i woke up this morning i was surprised with the best gift ever... I got SNOW!</span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">First, the cops advised me that it would cause traffic accidents as they almost wrecked when they drove by.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Second, a 55 year old lady grabbed the 75 pound ladder almost killed herself putting it against my house and didn’t realize it was fake until she climbed to the top (she was not happy). By the way, she was one of many people who attempted to do that. My yard couldn’t take it either. I have more than a few tire tracks where people literally drove up my yard.”</span></div></div>Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02003805080924338525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225621030561627368.post-57950955287658546212010-11-29T20:56:00.000-08:002010-11-29T20:56:36.067-08:00Remember When...do you wanna know one of my most favorite things to do in this whole world?<br />
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i love to look through old pictures<br />
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Today i decided to pull out the dusty boxes full of pictures of my family on all our fun trips or birthday parties. I miss the old film cameras, its not as fun looking at pictures on the computer then having that picture fresh in your hands. i remember the feeling of opening the envelop that had all our new pictures in it, and laughing if someone had their eyes closed or didnt smile. Now we quickly look at the camera screen, take another picture, and delete the bad one. Back then you couldnt just delete it. This resulted in horrific pictures of you with your eyes closed about to sneeze ( even though they look horrible I secretly love those pictures )<br />
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Honestly I just love to look at pictures of me ( i know, i know it sounds a little concided but honestly everyone loves looking at themselves). I love seeing how adorable i was as a baby (spagetti on face is a total classic), then how cute as a child, and then how incredibly awakward as a tween. i love looking back at all these different time periods and remembering being there. Without pictures there would be so many memories forgotten. Pictures help wake up little parts of your brain, one picture can bring up hundreds of memories almost fogotten.<br />
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One picture did just that very same thing. It was a picture of me holding a fishing pole at lake powell. I got a flash back of my grandpa and i sitting there for an hour trying to get some fish. i was probably only 5 or 6 and i wanted to show my grandpa i could catch a fish, but i was getting so restless. i finally gave him my rod, told him i would be back, and went and did something else. I heard my grandpa yell to me and when i went to him i saw a fish on my hook. He helped take the hook out and then still gave me all the credit of catching the fish. I loved that memory, my grandpa loved and i loved catching that fish and then (of course) letting it go afterwards.<br />
<div>I love stumbling across old memories like that. It's like trying on an old coat you don't love anymore, and finding a dollar in the pocket. </div>Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02003805080924338525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225621030561627368.post-53814113322251649562010-11-25T09:45:00.000-08:002010-11-25T09:45:26.854-08:00Happy Thanksgiving!I am thankful for so many things in my life it's hard to know where to start! But I will try.<br />
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I am thankful for my supportive family. I don't know Noe where I would be without my great family and I hope I never find out. I am so happy that they will be with me for eternity. I wouldn't change them for the world!<br />
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I am thankful for the GOSPEL! I love this church and am so greatful that it's in my life.<br />
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I am so thankful for being born in this country. It's not perfect, but it sure is better than alot of other places in this world. I love the education, the respect it provides, the equalality, and for it's freedom. <br />
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I could go on for ages counting all my blessings. I love that there is a holiday just to remind you of your blessings! Happy thanksgivingKristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02003805080924338525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225621030561627368.post-92126083625125399732010-11-20T09:23:00.000-08:002010-11-20T09:23:05.143-08:00Rotten TomatoesSo last night I watched critically acclaimed movie Harry potter. Many know I am big Harry fan, so are you curious of what I thought of it?<br />
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Well I thought it was... <span style="color: black;"><u>BLOODY BRILLIANT!!</u></span><br />
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There were however a few things that were not quite right<br />
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1. they should have explained the mirror better<br />
2. Voldemort shows no mercy to Grindelwald. He was supposed to be dead.<br />
3. <span style="background-color: white;">Wormtail you are also supposed to be dead!</span><br />
4. Where did the dance scene come from?<br />
5. And Ginny needs some new pick up lines, she is getting a little desperate<br />
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But other than those minor details it was AMAZING! this was by far the best Harry Potter movie. They stuck to the book very well and it was just a great movie. I love , but hate movies that seem to go by so fast. I love them because that means i was so it to the movie i didn't notice time, but i hate them because when its over you just want to watch over again. Well Harry Potter was one of those movies.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">i give this movie 9 stars out of 10! </span>Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02003805080924338525noreply@blogger.com0