On most evenings she walks down her porch, enters her car, and begins a conflict with her car's ignition. When she first puts in the key and tries to turn, she is met with a force against her hand that says the key won't go any farther. For the next 14 times she keeps on pushing the key clockwise, attempting to start her car, until maybe some creatures in her ignition decide that they have had their fun and that she can go on her way.

I now have a subscription to Netflix. I have to say that I am quite the satisfied customer and highly recommend it. As I started to watch a lot of movies, the thought of doing a blog came entering into my head. I thought, what better to write about than all of the movies that I am watching? That would provide plenty of material. So the idea would be to write my thoughts on the constant movies I would watch, criticize them, and more. My first two postings on this blog followed along that line, as you can tell by my critique of Eagle Eye. I even considered watching one movie every day for a year, sort of a Julie and Julia ripoff. This idea merged into the potential of a blog, a blog about my views of movies. And so, I needed a title for this intended blog. I needed something like movie madness, though that sounded like it had been done before. Suddenly the word Mayhem bursted into my skull. Movie Mayhem. Sounded catchy and original, it caught the meaning of the blog I wanted to convey. Of course, someone already had the html of moviemayhem on blogspot, so I did something like mayhemandmovies.

Every morning my cell phone increasingly rings, at my own setting, to consecutive beeping. It is 7am, and it is not time for me to wake up. It is time for me to touch the bottom right of the screen, where a rectangular shape says "snooze". I tap it, and 5 minutes later, the alarm repeats itself. This time I get up, as for the past three weeks my five minute warning has been helping me slowly get two legs out of bed. I proceed to the bathroom where I pick my nose and pick the crust out of my eyes. I then look into the mirror and pick the zits on me that have crawled their way to the surface of my sleeping skin, just like a soldier drags his belly along the deep grasses of vietnam. After I have taken my shower, eaten breakfast, and driven through traffic that is slowly creeping north day by day, I arrive in class.

I'm still struggling to get the vivid image of an innocent looking Shia LaBeouf, playing the role of a 7th grader named Louis on Disney's Even Stevens, out of my childhood head. His pranks on his sister Renee and his scheming with his bud Twitty were, for a few reliable seasons, what I grew up on. I was hoping Eagle Eye could take that image out of my head. I was wrong. I don't think anything can. But the movie did leave me with a bad "I think I've seen this before" taste in my mouth.

It's 10:51 at night. I'm sitting at my desk and there's a keyboard resting under my hands. I have just lost my virginity. My blog viriginty. At first it was always too unpopular. Too little people were doing it. I would surely become some sort of hysterical minority that types amaturical words (see what I mean) onto a virtual page that no one would eventually read. Yet blogging became too popular. I mean, I for one could not move in the direction that everyone else is moving at. I must move upstream, flow North like the Nile, and tell everyone else that blogging is for those who 'conform'. But here we are. I sat here, and I say sat, because by the time you're reading this it is no longer 10:...56 pm and it is no longer July (maybe). Instead, you're reading this at time whenever for whatever reason. I suppose that is the beauty of a blogg, of a story or an illustration. All of these capture time. All were at one point were being molded by their creator. And yet, for the rest of eternity, they sit still, a window unto the past. But enough with that. Let me stand atop and say I'm no longer a virgin.